'Then go and prepare
your horse. I'll follow you shortly.'
He nodded and
carefully, despite his anxiety, went over the windowsill.
And started to drop
fast. Falling fast. That triggered his panic switch. He kept enough
self-composure not to scream, but the ground was coming close rapidly. He
closed his eyes, bracing for contact with the ground...
He slowed down. Not
hitting-the-ground fast, but pretty fast nonetheless. He opened his eyes. There
was still well over two meters to the ground.
'You're actually
heavy', Shirral said from the room. Clearly, she was struggling to hold him in
place.
'It's the saddlebags.
A little further down, please. I'm still in the air.'
The rest of the way
took a little longer, but he safely landed on his healthy foot. He tucked at
the rope for her to drop it. She did just that. He coiled it carelessly and
limped out of the alley. It joined with the street right at the edge of the
inn's courtyard. He shot one last look behind.
There was an open
window at the tip of the building's U, right above him. Light was coming from
inside. well, let's hope anyone in there is less apprehended than most people
around and won't alert the crowd to their location. Shirral was in the window,
gesturing at him to hurry up. And so he did.
A loud crash came to
his ear the moment he turned around the corner.
He hurried even more.
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