CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Duncan and I stopped to gape at what Percy indicated. His arm was stretched out toward a deep and wide hole underneath the side wall. A mound of dirt a foot high had been piled up in a haphazard arc around our side of the hole, and a half dozen blocks littered the area.
Duncan and I moved in closer and looked over the mound. The hole was some five feet deep and a gap in the wall showed from where the stone tossed stones had come. The void itself was some three feet wide and I could only see a few feet in before it became completely pitch black.
Duncan tilted his head back and looked up at the wall. “Where does this come out?”
“The stables,” Percy answered as he pursed his lips. “The fiend knew I would not look there for a while, and I only found this hole thanks t
