On the road, part seven

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Harbend stirred. Someone was knocking on the door. He got to his feet and stumbled in the darkness. When he opened the door he felt the scent of perfume.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"Shh, let me in." The voice carried the sensation of alcohol.

"Chaijrild? What are you doing here?"

"Don't be a bore, let me in!"

"No, I shall not do that. You should go to your mother's room and sleep."

"Don't you tell me what to do or not. Let me in, or do you think I'm too ugly for you?"

"Gods!" Harbend was momentarily at a loss for words. "You are very pretty and also very drunk. Now go away and get some sleep."

A stinging sensation on his cheek told him his refusal hadn't been well taken. She muttered something and staggered away in the darkness. He closed his door and returned to bed. It had been a long time since anyone tried to seduce him, not that he minded, but she was the daughter of a trading partner.

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