Brytta and Liol left the open window, surveying their work in the prison. Both Fréa and the key-master were bound and gagged, locked inside Heldor's cell. Casually glancing at the keys in his hand, Brytta tossed them out the window. I will have no further use for these, and hopefully it will be a while before they can be found.
The man turned back to Liol. "Cousin, it is time to go." The two hurried out of the cell block, slowing as they went up the stairs. They paced themselves as normally as was possible as the adrenaline of the escape flowed through them.
Reaching the door, the two were given an easy exit by the guard, who had lost all suspicion due to Liol's act. Once out of his sight, both dashed down the hill to where the horses were tied. Mounting, they rode slowly to the gate. Upon reaching it, they found two guards sleeping against the heavy supports, several half-filled wine skins set between them. Ignoring the drunken duo, Brytta and his cousin rode out of Edoras.
Several hours later, the two were reunited with Rochil, Aldwulf, and Heldor, who had dumped and destroyed the wagon and were waiting in a small camp with their horses. After a brief rest, the five fugitives mounted once again and began to ride west, leaving Edoras and Fréa Forgoil behind them.
[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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