I picked up my shoes and crept around to the tunnel and down to the main cavern. Daylight lit the entrance to the cave, but the interior remained shadowy. The torches no longer burned though I could smell the shadow of their smoke and whatever they had been dipped in to make them burn.
I washed my face and hands in the fall of the water in the small back cavern. The view through its doorless entrance showed me the thrones, and the mouth of the cave. There was no sign of movement from the cave containing the bed. No naked golden-haired man walked towards me.