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. Lifting his head, she kissed him
full on the lips.
'Young woman, I --" blustered the baron.
"Thank you, you wonderful man!" she cooed as he
backed away, coughing and sputtering. "The bath was
absolutely marvelous! How did you know I practically
live for them?" She caught him wiping away traces of lip
rouge from her kiss. "Oh, I'm so naughty and impulsive!
I hate myself, I do!" She charged forward with a silk ker-
chief and began dabbing at his face.
Gisella's performance was abruptly interrupted by a
loud cough from the base of the staircase. Everyone
turned, and the baron's face drained of color and he
gasped. Pushing Gisella's hands away, he rushed to the
side of a broad, squat, bearded, dark-faced dwarf in a
high-necked, drab-colored dress.
"Hortense, dearest." the baron squeaked. "I'm so glad
you're here!" He tried taking her elbow but she held it
tightly to her side.
Scowling, she glanced over at Gisella. "I can see that
you are," she said pointedly.
"Let me introduce our guests," he said, a bit too ea-
gerly. "Everyone, this is my wife, the Baroness Hortense
Krakold." He directed her attention to Woodrow.
But Tasslehoff stepped up first. Thrusting out his small
hand, he said "Tasslehoff Burrfoot, at your service. This
is a very nice place you have here, although I think it
might be improved by removing some walls. Have you
ever been to Kendermore? Also, it seems that someone
has been -- ouch! What is it, Woodrow? Stop stepping on
my foot! OK, I'll introduce you!" Frowning slightly, Tas-
slehoff turned back to the baroness
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