Imrae's intuition was correct. While the candlelight still flickered in the window, the room itself was empty. And though she had seen the silhouettes of the Lord and his lover in the window, and their clothes were evidently strewn about the room, the bedsheets were unruffled beneath their silken canopy. Neither did the desk, the only other horizontal surface suitable for lovemaking, appear to have been disturbed—the papers were neatly stacked, the quill still rested in its inkwell, and a curious gold paperweight in the shape of a devil still sat upright.<br/><br/>Several bookshelves lined the room, though it would be difficult to make out any of the titles from outside the room.