「The next day, in Otto's room at Fougeres Castle.」
Shortly after dawn, as sunlight streamed through the window, Otto shot bolt upright in bed.
He'd had too much apple cider the night before, and his head was still spinning.
He shook his head hard, trying to clear it.
He gazed at the sunlight streaming through the window.
'I hope it's not too late.'
He muttered to himself, then rolled out of bed. Slipping on his shoes, he prepared to go relieve himself.
He searched under the bed for a while but couldn't find a chamber pot.
'So much for their hospitality.'
He grumbled, then walked to the door, intending to take care of his business outside.
He reached the door and grabbed the handle, but found it wouldn't turn.
'This is not the time for jokes, you bastards.'
He pushed with all his might, but the door didn't budge an inch.
The damn thing was even iron-plated.
He tried to kick the door, but the moment he lifted his leg...
