noon
Opening the secret door , he carried the ruined shoulder holster , and the straps that had bound the bobcat 's feet , and the ax , now splotched with blood and tawny cat-hairs , into the dome . Then he closed the secret room , and took a long drink from the bottle on his hip . The job was done . He would take a hot bath , and sleep in the farmhouse till noon , and then he would return to the First Level . Maybe Tortha Karf would want him to come back here for a while . The situation on this time-line was far from satisfactory , even if the crisis threatened by Gavran Sarn 's renegade pet had been averted . The presence of a chief 's assistant might be desirable .