When I was sure my father was well and truly on his way, I slid out of my bed, took
one of my mother’s scented candles from the supply in the bedside table, and kindled
it at the fire. I put it into a holder and set it on the floor while I got a warm
woolen robe from my winter clothing chest. I didn’t like the big storage chest. The
lid was beautifully carved, with birds and flowers, but it was heavy. I was not tall
enough to open it all the way, so I had to hold it up with one hand while I rummaged
in the depths with the other. Fortunately there was a robe close to the top, and the
prickly touch of the wool against my fingers told me it was the one I wanted. I fished
it up and leapt back, letting the lid of the chest fall with a
I pulled the robe on over my nightdress, and then put on my warm stockings. I didn’t bother with shoes. My house shoes were too tight to go over the thick wool and my old boots too heavy for what I had in mind. I picked up my candle, opened the door, and peered out into the corridor. All was quiet. I slipped out, letting the door shut softly behind me. Finally I would have the leisure to explore the secret passageway as thoroughly as I wished. Ever since I had glimpsed it, I had thought of nothing else. I had wanted to return there directly as soon as we came back from the sheep pens, but there had been a meal to eat, and then my father had kept me by his side as he worried and fretted that he would have to leave me alone that night. So silly. Was not I alone every night when he sat in his study or slept in his bed? What difference did it make that he was far from our home?
The banked embers of the hearth fire in my father’s study had burned low. I added another log, as much for light as warmth. I took two tall candles from the drawer of his desk. Then I carefully did as he had done earlier, making sure that the drapery at the window was tightly closed, latching the study doors, and working the secret catch on the false hinge. When the narrow door opened, the house breathed out at me, a chill breath of old secrets. I breathed it in and felt them fill me. Candleholder in hand, I started up the narrow way.