"Will you keep still, stupid?" a voice whispered behind him. The King went limp.
"There, now just a second."
A hand reached past Uske's shoulder, pressed the button on the night table by the bed, and the curtains swept across the window. The hand went out as if it had been a flame.
"Now you keep still and be quiet."
The pressure released and the King felt the bed give as the weight lifted. He held still for a moment. Then he whirled around. There wasn't anyone there.
"Where do you keep your clothes, huh? You always were about my size."
"Over there ... there in that closet."
The bodiless footprints padded over the fur rug, and the closet door opened. Hangers slid along the rack. The bureau at the back of the closet was opened. "This'll do fine. I didn't think I was ever going to get into decent clothes again. Just a second."
There was the sound of tearing thread.
"This jacket will fit me all right, once I get these shoulder pads out of it."