Getting in had been easy, the black ‘chute descending unseen in a dark sky, but getting out would be less so…
At the bottom of the White Steps on either side of the archway were armed-guards: tall and beefy.
Was it luck that had spied the reproduction concave shield and long spear?
The spear skidded over the high wall clattering against the stair-well sides.
Up they came… down went the shield… careering over the iced-stone, sending them both sprawling, and continuing on down the hillside and into the forest…
Shedding the shield brought a thought.
‘Hope she likes chocolates.’