The square was deserted, but the Baron’s mansion plainly wasn’t. There were lights visible in several of its windows. Still, Garth doubted that there were many people within awake enough to oppose him; most likely the Baron and a few chosen men were doing something, perhaps studying the basilisk.
Though there were lit windows, there were fully as many that were dark. Garth chose a convenient one of these and carefully pried open the casement. The lock gave little resistance, and Garth decided it must not have been properly set. His choice of window had been lucky, he told himself. Then the hinges squealed, and he realized why the lock hadn’t held; the casement didn’t fit its frame correctly, which both loosened the lock and twisted the hinges. He froze momentarily, but there was no sign o
