The hall on the upper
floor was dark, only illuminated by a single lamp that sat on a table in the
middle of the hall. Noise from the bar below carried up the stairs. I could
still hear every word that was being said, none of it was appropriate for such
ears as mine. Maybe this was the way of men? Maybe this was how they released
their primal needs. No, I didn't believe that. This was just another show of
the world gone wrong, men fighting men for the sake of a brawl. It was not as
it was intended when the world was created, but it was how the world was now.
Arsan put the key into the door lock to our room and turned it. It squeaked and
popped the door open. I stepped inside, glad to be away from the world of
corrupt men. Arsan closed the door quickly behind us, shutting off the sounds
from below. It was quiet.
The room was small but
warm. Flames climbed up the fire place walls spilling warmth onto the floor and
throughout the room. My body longed for the bed that was made up with a heavy
down blanket and a soft looking pillow, but the bath tub that was full of
steaming hot water sitting on the floor near the fire called to me more. I didn't care at that point about the noise that quietly seeped up through the
seams in the floor boards. All I wanted was to rest my weary bones.
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