I took him at his word and stepped back into the inn, where I was directed to the second door on the left at the top of the stairs.  Here I found a very nice room with a large bed covered by a straw mattress, and upon that, my duffle bag and saddlebags.  I had brought two changes of clothing including a very nice shirt given to me by my cousin Gervil’s friend Rupert.  Rupert’s real name is Sally, but he has preferred the name Rupert as long as I can remember.  This shirt was a sort of peace offering which I am sure Rupert hoped would make me forget that he bit me on the back of the neck last time I was visiting.  I was not mollified at all, because though Rupert possesses relatively few teeth, they are very sharp and ought not to be employed during kickball games anyway.