Louis walked around the figure on the floor. It rested on a carpet that had been in this same spot for six decades. It has cleaned methodically and with gentleness you would a new born. He could still make out the hunting scene stitched into it by a lady of the castle all those years ago. He paused and glanced at the four posted bed that was a full century older than the carpet. The posts were carved elegantly and with the same kind of love that had gone into the carpet. The figure on the floor moaned and he returned his full attention to her. She had leather restraints...