Gwen Hurried back to the house that she served lived and listened. She strode past streets preferring the dark and twisted alleyways. Her foot fall was seldom heard on this stone, as she padded along to the house where night gowns and bed waited. The book in her pocket continued to bump lazily against her leg as she walked swiftly to her home.
Approaching it she saw its doors, they would not do, she was late. She went around to the back, skirting the large building, avoiding the windows. She found the door she was looking for, a small wooden thing that was hidden far back in a recess in the wall of the house. Like all old houses there were secret, most likely forgotten halls and doors that were used by servants f old to keep out of the way of the nobility in them. She slipped inside this door, she had found it only a few days ago, and to her knowledge no one else knew of it.
Inside, the close stone walls pushed in on her. It was dark and dusty. No torches or candles burned here, for lack of use, so she had stashed a few candle stumps and tender box just inside the door. Lighting one of these she made her way up through corridors and rotting wooden stairs, to the top of the house where the maids and the servants lived. She counted the doors till she was at her own and she slipped inside to her well kept room.
She started her night by slipping into her white simple nightdress. Really a white wool sheath that fitted her loosely. She then crept down the stairs to Dryea's door and stood there waiting. For her mistress to come or others to leave. For she had much apologizing to do.
[ July 10, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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