So she paced back and forth in front of the living quarter’s stained glass window. With the simple expedient of breaking the window, one faced the castle’s outer perimeter. By poking one’s head through the supposedly broken window one would peer directly down into the moat. From this very window Cord, Henri and her planned to slither down on a rope to freedom. So where were they? she asked herself, trying to ignore the constant noise. The hall was anything but quiet. Richard snored in the baron’s gargantuan bed, the living quarter’s only sleeper. The squire had consumed an amazing quantity of beer and had tried several times in the red pavilion to stand on his broken legs. Only Alice’s alertness and the constraints she’d put on Richard had saved him from further injuries. There was only one other person in the hall with them. Sitting near the stairs on a stool, with his back against the wall and his muscular legs stretched out before him, relaxed Sergeant Reynard.
