The guard tried to search for me for a few more minutes, but I was nowhere to be found.
Eventually, he gave up and returned to his post, thinking I had really gone home to complain to my father.
But I was right there — just a few corridors past the High Priest's room, hiding in the maintenance closet, waiting for nightfall.
Soon, night fell.
The cathedral descended into silence as the last echoes of evening prayers faded. Everyone left the building, including the guards.
My guess was that only the Enforcers were still guarding the checkpoints on the floors, but aside from them, there was no one else in the building.
By now, my legs ached from being folded into such a cramped space for so long. Still, I did not open the door. I did not come out.
Not yet.
Vigilance demanded patience.
I had only one chance at this.
I wanted to be absolutely sure that I wouldn't be caught.
So, I waited a few more hours.
