He is My Master

27: Cleaning

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"Here we are," Jet said, somehow opening another wooden door with black crystals set in it that led into a small chamber built from white stone. It was empty apart from a curtain on the side, a marble bench on the other, and an assortment of hooks, mats on the floor and baskets in the corners.

"I fail to see any water," Shadow deadpanned. "I believe I told you I wanted a bath and not a tour of the storage rooms?"

"But, er, my Prince, you know that the bath is right there, surely?" the hawk asked confusedly, pointing at the curtain.

"Ah. Yes. Of course," Shadow recovered. He hadn't thought that they already had showering curtains in the medieval ages. Oh well.

"Uh, would you like me to stay or-?" Jet questioned at this but Shadow waved him off. "No. I want some private time with Sonic. You go and change the sheets of my bed."

"Certainly. I will leave your items here." The bird servant bowed and deposited the towels on the marble bench, then made to depart. "Just call me when you have finished." He opened to door and hurriedly stepped outside, obviously glad to be away from the scary Prince.

"Well. Looks like you can take your bath in private, the tub seems to be behind the curtain," Shadow said, taking off Sonic's leash and tossing it on the bench as well. "I just wonder why on Earth they took an eternity to heat a simple few buckets of water..."

Sonic didn't say anything. The hedgehog had walked up and peeked behind the curtain.

"Well, aren't you gonna get in?" Shadow asked impatiently as the blue hedgehog seemed to have been frozen in his position. "What is so goddamn fascinating about a simple tub-?" he asked, also walking up to Sonic and whisking the curtain aside. And immediately froze, too.

Behind the curtain wasn't a tub. Behind the curtain was a hall.

The ceiling soared high over their heads, stone arches leading into intricately painted scenes of sea battles on the plaster. The room had to be at least four thousand square metres, more than twenty metres high. Huge gothic windows let the grey sunlight stream in and gave a shine to the immaculately polished marble floor. And then, of course, there was the swimming pool.

The rock basin looked ready to hold the Olympic Games and a water polo tournament at the same time. On one end the blue seemed to be endlessly deep, on the other there were benches carved from the rock underwater, at times natural crystal gleaming in synch with the sparkling surface. And it was steaming. Shadow could barely begin to conceive the incredible amount of work it had to have taken to heat all that water up and carry it here. Black Doom had to be insane to even conceive something as disproportionate as this.

The Ultimate Lifeform took a few slow steps inside the room, craning his neck to take in all the alien statues, frescoes and decorations. He sat down on one of the broad, long windowsills, relishing the cool breeze with all that warm steam in the air. Sonic had followed him into the room, his steps just slightly more hesitant than Shadow's. The black hedgehog wondered whether he imagined the sudden anxious appearance of his supposed pet. The blue hedgehog did not seem too happy with all this luxury.

Shadow drew up his legs on the sill and leaned with his back against the side of the broad stone frame.

"Black Doom's a bathing nut. Who would have thought. I guess you can knock yourself out."