His room, as with her own, was high-ceilinged and sweeping, done in a shade of pale blue. There was little to mark it as the abode of the monarch rather than one of his humble guests. The four-poster bed was in one corner, overlooking a high window of mullioned glass through which golden beam of sunlight slanted; a palatial desk sat empty at the other end of the room, next to a scattering of sofas. The most interesting thing about the room was the collection of strange, spindly instruments which occupied nearly every available space. She had not seen most of them before, and their functions were utterly unknown her.