CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gwendolyn hurried through the castle corridors, on edge, beside herself with worry, having been unable to think of anything else since she heard of Kendrick’s imprisonment and pending execution. Gareth had gone too far. She could not sit idly by. She felt so helpless; there had to be something she could do, some way she could help—and she would find out.
Gwen descended down the spiral stone staircase, deeper and deeper into the bowels of the castle. She passed even the servants’ level, and after several more levels finally reached a large, iron door. She wasted no time: she hurried up to it and pounded on it with her fists.
She waited breathlessly, her heart pounding, and finally several guards opened it. One held up a torch in the darkness.
“My lady,” said the guard st
