In the early morning, right after the guard left me with my “breakfast”, I checked how solid the bars on my window were. They were rock solid. There would be no way for me to escape from my own cell. But... outside my cell, down the hall, was another window, merely covered by glass. If I was able to get out of my cell and break that window, somehow, I could stand out on the ledge that surrounded the tower and shimmy my way to the small bridge that connected the tower to the castle. After that? I didn't think that far ahead, I simply figured that anywhere was better than my cell.
Of course, I didn't know how I would possibly get out of my cell, but God came to my aid when the guard came with
my dinner at six that night. Rather than hand me my plate through the bars, as he would usually do, he actually opened the cell and walked in to give me my food. I couldn't believe my luck. I immediately picked up my ink jar and threw it in his face. The ink stung his eyes so he couldn't see for a moment, and a moment was all it took for me to grab his sword and run out of my cell. I smashed the handle of the guard's sword against the window, breaking the glass. I was about to jump out... when three other guards jumped me from behind, jerked the sword away from me, and threw me back into my cell.One of the guards stayed behind to tell me my fate. “We knew you were going to try to escape,” he said gruffly, “we read it in your journal. We read those, you know. We also wanted you to try and escape, that's why we opened the door. You want to know why? Because now that you've tried to escape, we can use it as an excuse to move your execution date two days up! We don't want you here, you're a waste of life. Just die already!” he yelled with a barely contained grin. This guard was having too much fun here.
My execution is now on the 29th, two days earlier. This is justice all right.
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