Shouts from above made me look up. Countless guards had stormed out of the castle in pursuit of my friends, but they could not cross the massive hole in the bridge. Instead, a number of them were descending the jagged embankment—determined to cross the moat and come after us that way. An arrow whizzed by my head.
Aw, crud.
Some knights had raced onto the remaining bridge and had spotted me in the water. They began firing more arrows at me.
I held my breath and dove, trying to conceal myself from their line of sight. I swam as fast as I could toward the other side of the moat, zigging and zagging as arrows punctured the water. It was difficult due to the weight of the metal cuffs I still had on my wrists, but I was a strong swimmer. I hadn’t always been, but I had dedicated many weeks to
