Chapter 13

Izzy put out the torch and peered through the tiny hole into the larder. The room was dark, so it was most likely empty. She lit the torch again and started pushing the stone aside to clear the opening. She wondered if perhaps it would be too small for Alasdair. “I hope ye kin fit,” she whispered as she got down on the floor. I shimmy through easy enough, but I don’t kin if a full size man will make it.” She put her feet through into the larder and used her hands on the larder side of the wall to slide herself through.

She got to her knees on the other side and looked at the hole. Would he fit? Peaking back through she said, “Mayhap you should try head first. If your shoulders fit, the rest of you will be easy. She stood back, listening as he took off his sword and placed it on the ground. His head and one arm came through and he looked up as he squeezed his other shoulder into the opening. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t get wedged in so tightly that they could nay get him o