Later that night, Princess Beatrice waited until all of her servants and everyone in the castle was fast asleep. She wore a thin white Muslim gown with cream silk ribbons for straps and a thin white wrapper over it. Satin slippers donned her feet, and in her left hand she held a lit, brass lantern to light her path through the dark underbelly of her castle. Her feet thankfully made no noise as she found her way back into the small chapel. She lit a single candle in front of the altar and prayed quietly.
Her voice barely above a whisper, "Dear Lord, protect me."
She made the sign of the cross, got up, went to the bookshelf and touched the lever. The Secret passageway once more appeared, and she entered. It was much colder than she remembered. Her mind had been preoccupied that day. She had been frantic and terrified, she recalled.
