Campy studied the map, trying to place the turns, rooms and hallways in his mind but it was difficult, he had never been inside before. Taking a peek of the servants hallway, there wasn't much to signal which way other than what the map gave. He turned right and looked for the stairs not to far away. Small, and dimly lit, Girlymann took them to the landing above. This opened to a hallway rich in color, drapes and art work. He had to make up his mind soon. The turn for the short cut was just up ahead.
When he got to the turn, and looked for a faux side table that would open the wood panel to reveal a passage, he hesitated. It seemed he could hear voices, as if a party was going on somewhere inside. It didn't seem to come nearby but echo throughout as he walked. He pulled at the table's side and watched it open silently until he could slip in sideways. Now the noise was louder, still muffled that he couldn't hear exact words but enough to know there was talk and laughter going on somewhere in the building.
He decided to continue. After he closed the passage with a cord that hung on the back, he carefully crept forward to a landing and then another turn, this took him to a door he had to walk through to continue his way to the where the dungeon was located. The door was another faux fixture, when he opened it there was a heavy velvet curtain on the other side. Now the laughter and talk were much more discernible. Not in the room behind the curtain but quite close. He would have to be very careful to continue because he needed to go to the next passage that lead directly to the dungeon but first would have to cross a short distance to where a full length mirror was located.
He held his breath, and as he closed the door behind him, he parted the curtain and stepped out.
To be continued....
No comments:
Post a Comment