I remembered the men, the straps and the box.
I turned and sprang to my hands and knees on the soft surface. I was on a vast bed, or couch. It was round and some fifteen feet in diameter. I was, half sunk in its softness, near the center of it. I had not realized such luxury could exist. A glance informed me, to my relief, that I was alone in the room. The room was a large one, and extremely colorful.
The floor was of glossy, scarlet tiles. The walls, too, were tiled, and glossy, and covered with bold, swirling designs, largely worked out in yellow and black tiles. At one point there was a large, scarlet pelt on the floor. Against some of the walls there were chests, heavy chests, which opened from the top. There were mirrors, too, here and there, and one was behind something like a low vanity. I also saw a small, low table. It was near the couch. There were also, mostly near the walls, some cushions about. To one side there was a large, sunken basin. This was, perhaps, I thought, a tub. There was no water in it, however, and no visible faucets. I saw myself in one of the mirrors, on all fours in the great bed. I hastily looked away. To one side there appeared to be some sliding doors. On my right, and several feet away, there was, too, a heavy wooden door. It looked as though it might be very thick. I saw no way, no bars or locks, no chains or bolts, whereby its closure might be guaranteed on my side. It might be locked on the outside, I supposed. But, clearly, I could not lock it from the inside. I could not keep anyone out. I could, on the other hand, doubtless be kept in. At one point on the floor there was, fixed in the floor, a heavy metal ring. I also saw, in one wall, two such rings. One was mounted in the wall about a yard from the floor and the other, about a yard to its left, was mounted in the wait, about six feet from the floor.
I quickly, frightened, crawled back off the bed. It was not easy to do, given its softness. I felt the smoothness, the coolness, of the scarlet tiles on my feet. I saw that there was, anchored at one point in the couch, at what may have served as its foot, another such sturdy ring. Beneath it lay a coil of chain. Smaller rings, too, I noted, circling the couch, appeared at regular intervals about its perimeter, about every four or five feet, or so. Beneath these, however, there lay - no chains. I fled to the window, which was narrow, about fifteen inches in width. It was set with heavy bars, spaced about three inches apart, reinforced with thick, flat, steel crosspieces, spaced at about every vertical foot. I shook the bars. They did not budge. I hurt my hands. I stood there for a moment, the shadows of the bars and crosspieces falling across my face and body. Then I fled back to the couch and, fearfully, crawled onto it. There seemed something different, frighteningly so, about this place in which I now found myself. It seemed almost as though it might not be Earth. This did not have to do primarily with the room, and its appointments and furnishings, but rather with such things as the condition of my body and the very quality of the air I was breathing. I supposed this was the result of the lingering effects of the substance with which I had been sedated or drugged. The gravity seemed different, subtly so, from that of Earth. Too, my entire body felt alive and charged with oxygen. The air itself seemed vivifying and stimulating. These things, which appeared to be objective aspects of the environment were doubtless merely subjective illusions on my part, resulting from the drug or sedative. They had to be. The obviously suggested alternative would be just too unthinkable, just too absurd. I hoped I had not gone mad.
I sat on the bed, my chin on my knees. I became aware that I was very hungry. One thing, at least, assured me that I had not gone mad.
That thing supplied a solid reference point in this seemingly incredible transition between environments. It had been locked on me in my own kitchen. It was a steel anklet. I still wore it.
I looked over to one of the mirrors. I looked small, sitting on the great bed. I was nude. I wondered in whose bed I was.
I then heard a sound at the door.
Terrified I knelt on the bed, snatching up a portion of the coverlet on which I knelt, and held it tightly, defensively, about me.
The door opened, admitting a small, exquisite, dark-haired woman. She wore a brief, whitish, summery, floral-print tunic, almost diaphanous, with a plunging neckline. The print was a tasteful scattering of delicate yellow flowers, perhaps silk-screened in place. The garment was belted, and rather snugly, with two turns of a narrow, silken, yellow cord, knotted at her left hip. She was barefoot. I noted that she did not wear an anklet, such as I wore. There was something on her neck, however, something fastened closely about it, encased in a silken yellow sheath or sleeve. I did not know what it was. It could not be metal, of course. That would be terrifying. I noted that the door, which now closed behind her, wag some six inches thick.
"Oh," said the girl, softly, startled, seeing me, and knelt.
She put her head down, and then lifted it. "Forgive me, Mistress," she said. "I did not know whether or not you were yet awake. I did not knock, for fear of disturbing you."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I have come to serve Mistress," she said. "I have come to see if Mistress desires aught."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Susan," she said.
"Susan who?" I asked.
"Only Susan," she said.
"I do not understand," I said.
"That is what I have been named," she said.
"Named?" I asked.
"Yes, Mistress," she said.
"I am Tiffany," I said. "Tiffany Collins."
"Yes, Mistress," she said.
"Where am P" I asked.
"In the city of Corcyrus," she said.
I had never heard of this city. I did not even know what country it was in. I did not even know in what continent it might be.
"In what country is this?" I asked.
"In the country of Corcyrus," she said.
"That is the city," I said.
You are then in the dominions of Corcyrus, Mistress," she said.
"Where is Corcyrus?" I asked.
"Mistress?" asked the girl, puzzled.
"Where is Corcyrus?" I asked.
"It is here," she said, puzzled. "We are in Corcyrus."
"I see that I am to be kept in ignorance," I said, angrily, clutching the coverlet about my neck.
"Corcyrus," said the girl, "is south of the Vosk. It is. south-west of the city of Ar. It lies to the east and somewhat north of Argenturn."
"Where is New York City?" I asked. "Where are the United States?" "They are not here, Mistress," smiled the girl.
"Where is the ocean?" I asked.
"It is more than a thousand pasangs to the west, Mistress," said the girl. "Is it the Atlantic Ocean or the Pacific Ocean?" I asked.
"No, Mistress," said the girl.
"It is the Indian Ocean?" I asked.
"No, Mistress," said the girl.
I looked at her, puzzled.
"It is Thassa, the Sea, Mistress," said the girl.
"What sea is it?" I asked.
"That is how we think of her," said the girl, "as the sea, Thassa." "Oh" I said, bitterly.
"Has Mistress noted certain feelings or sensations in her body, perhaps of a sort with which she is unfamiliar?" asked the girl. "Has Mistress noted any unusual qualities in the air she is breathing?"
"Perhaps," I said. These things I had construed as the lingering effects of the substance which had been injected into me, rendering me unconscious.
"Would Mistress like for me to have her bath prepared?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I am clean."
"Yes, Mistress," she said. I realized, uneasily, that I must have been cleaned. "I have been perfumed, have I not?" I asked. I did no know if the room had been perfumed, or if it were I.
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.