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Since the doors had opened of their own accord, it seemed that my initial
supposition that I was being held prisoner was incorrect. The dragon,
assuming that it was he who had brought me here, apparently wanted me to
descend the staircase. I fully intended to, not wishing to remain here,
but in my own time.
As in my own bedroom, there was a pitcher of water in the corner. At least, in my bedroom it would have been in the corner, but this room being round didn't have any corners. I used it to wash away the blood from the wound to my forehead. Once my face was clean, I was able to see in the mirror (part of the room's furnishings) that, though the wound had bled freely, it was no more than a scratch. Only then did I leave the room. Or rather, I attempted to. For though the doors still stood open, when I reached the doorway I seemed to walk into an invisible wall. I soon found that this intangible barrier occupied the whole of the doorway, from one side to the other and from top to bottom. I puzzled over this for a while, before coming up with a theory. Perhaps the clothes in the wardrobe were there for a purpose? Maybe I would only be permitted to leave if I changed out of my soldier's attire? Well, better to be free wearing court dress than trapped here wearing practical clothing. I undressed, then put on new underwear and selected a dress of midnight- blue velvet that had a full floor-length skirt, a tight bodice and long sleeves. Why did I choose that one, when another choice might have been better for freedom of movement? Because, as I mentioned, it was chilly, and unlike the other - flimsier - options the velvet dress should at least keep me reasonably warm. Once I was fully dressed, including a pair of shoes of the same colour as the dress, I brushed my hair, thinking that I might as well be thorough in my preparations. Then I again tried to leave.
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