Chapter 18: A Rescue Plan
From the edge of the woodland he studied the back of the building. The one window on this side stood high enough up to be useless as a vantage point for sentries. Crouching close to the ground, he left the shelter of the trees, and upon reaching his destination he flattened himself against the mud and wattle wall, his head a hand span or two below the sill.
'What was that noise?' A gruff voice came from within.
No one answered so Dominic made ready to move, pausing as heavy footsteps followed the scrape of chair legs against wood. Out of the corner of his eye the curtain above him swung as someone attempted to gain a better view. The pounding of his heart filled his ears.
'I am not here, do not see me,' he said under his breath.