“Well. The first thing she did, of course, was try to sneak back out. Melendez was a pirate, but he was a gentleman. He had her chamber furnished with the very best of their plunder. Silver place settings, oak furniture, fancy draperies, you name it.”<br/><br/>He stopped to point up toward the top of the wall. Down here at the bottom of the garden, in a small seating area supplied with wrought iron chairs and marble benches, it looked even more imposing than it had from the lawn.<br/><br/>“So Rosalinde stripped the bed and pulled down the curtains and knotted everything together into a rope. She waited until darkness fell, then tied one end to the bed and threw the rest out the window. No joy. She climbed down to the bottom - and it was too short to reach the ground. She would have had to jump so far she would have broken both her legs. Back up she went, and boy was she mad.<br/><br/>“Melendez, see, he had used that very trick to slip out of the Sultan’s palace in Zanzibar. So he had made sure that there wasn’t enough material in Rosalinde’s room for her to do the same. That was the first night, and when he came to deliver her breakfast the next morning she cussed him out even harder than she had the day before.”