Then there was a sudden darkness, and a moment later David was ushered into a room blazing with light.

Every inch of the walls was hung with red curtains.

No door was visible.

He was conscious of this as the panel clicked behind him, and the folds of the red velvet caught his shoulder in falling.

Now he saw sitting on a divan on the opposite side of the room Prince Harrik.
David had never before seen him, and his imagination had fashioned a different personality.