Trustful: Day 14

Word Count: 84,017

Summary of Events:

Wolfgang tried to think of anywhere he'd been where there was a long stretch of wall that could be hiding a secret door, and then realised that Rosemarie's tower fit the clue he'd been given by the Elven-Lord. Rosemarie and Wolfgang had a long conversation that was somewhat an argument as Rosemarie was frustrated that Wolfgang wouldn't just cut up either her cloak or her blanket to finish off the ladder. Wolfgang decided to examine the stone that opened the secret door to the stairs, and by doing so ended up being spied by Hulda, who pursued him; he got into Rosemarie's room and, while hiding behind the door, discovered several bricks were loose, so he went to see what was on the other side of them . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"Sliding out from behind the wooden object, Wolfgang couldn't believe his eyes. He was, indeed, standing in the very same room Rosemarie had described. He had to be.

There was a long wall to his left which appeared — and only appeared, Wolfgang was sure — to have no doors, and an equally long wall to his right which had a truly immense window in it, right at the head of the bed, which was comfortably dressed.

Beside him — having just been pushed out of the way by him to get into the room — was a wardrobe, above him were horribly cobwebbed rafters, and ahead of him was an incredibly grand fireplace, although the hearth was cold from long going unused.

Quickly Wolfgang turned to the wardrobe and opened it.

He almost wanted to shout for joy and relief. Fabric! He'd found fabric! There were three dresses in the closet fit for the cutting and using in the ladder.

Wolfgang pulled them out of the closet and nearly embraced them with elation. He drew out his dagger, but then paused and looked at them.

These dresses were not made out of plain, undyed linen, but were made out of coloured cotton, and in the closet he also spied a leather corset of the type that peasant women wore on the outsides of their dresses — that way they could make their dresses the size to accommodate them with child, but yet have them appear normally sized when they weren't carrying a child.

So the which room had the Elven-Lord been referring to? Because, with these dresses, Wolfgang could cut up Rosemarie's dress and give her these cleaner, nicer, more comfortable — he was sure, as he'd only touched linen and found it to be quite itchy — dresses to wear, which would make her not look quite so out of place.

Unless the Elven-Lord's riddling rhyme had been referring to both rooms. He could see that, being as both rooms fit the description.

Taking up the corset, Wolfgang felt it. It was tough, hard to manipulate, and rough to the touch. Hulda had oil they could use to soften it up again, they'd just have to do it as they went.

Wolfgang then shifted his jaw. Hulda was still waiting for him somewhere, he was sure. How was he supposed to get out of here with the dresses to get them to Rosemarie, much less get the two of them out of the fortress in all due haste? After all, it would probably be best for them to get out of the fortress as quickly as they could.

But, then again, it might be an idea to wait one more night and then make their escape in the morning; that way Hulda would, hopefully, give up on waiting for him to move, or whatever she was doing, and have let her guard back down a bit so they could make their escape."