Come on back to the hotel.

I went back to the hotel and Maera was on the balcony looking out to see if I’d be bringing him back.

The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard⁠—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden.