I understood he was not letting me go that easily, but I must make the best of whatever opportunity I had. My heart was beating against my ribs, as I moved in the shadows, all my senses on the alert, awaiting the dreadful trap. I have learned not to underrate him. He is always a step ahead of me, always ahead of me, ever before I had thought of it myself.
But tonight felt different. There was the air of possibility and desperation, both in equal measure, in the air tonight.
I approached slowly, searching in all directions, in all the dark places, where the guards could be hiding. I listened to the sound of dog panting, the light shuffle of feet, the clicking of a weapon being drawn. But there was nothing. Silence is only perfectly suspended. The yard was vacant--possibly, and perhaps, to
