Herald of Steel

Chapter 1105 The Escape (Part-2)

All the guards in the mansion just watched with muted curiosity as a couple of men carrying two very large carpets on their shoulders made their way through the mansion's corridors, led by the large and portly Lord Cassius, who himself seemed to be carrying a child in his arms.

They of course knew this man's face and recognized his authority as one of their lord's closest allies.

Thus when he imperiously waved his hand, and shouted, "Move, move, get out of the way. Let them through," the soldiers found themselves instinctually obeying.

They did not dare ask what was happening or where they were going, or perhaps most critically, whose baby that was.

They only silently and obediently let the extremely busy man pass.

While back in Miss Linda's room, the two guards were also completely unaware that their bird had just flown the coop.

This was because there were a lot of servants moving to and fro in that room, making it difficult for them to keep track of who went out and who had gone in.

Plus, the overall clamor and din produced by their shouts and conversation confused them.

So when a large number of servants came in and they suddenly exited the room with so many things at once, the two men missed even the obvious clues, being too stunned to respond properly.

And this was on top of the obvious fact- which was that they never even suspected that such an escape was possible.

After all, this was all ordered by Lord Cassius, who was one of the closest allies. There was no way he could be an accomplice to the escape of their most valuable prisoner.

Thus the men mostly faced outward, only occasionally craning their heads inward to see what was going on and check whether everything was alright.

And would then quickly turn back upon confirming the silhouette of a regally dressed woman holding a boy, reassured the main piece was still there.

However, this was of course just one of Miss Linda's maids who had changed into her mistress's clothes and swaddled an empty stuffed blanket, cradling and gently swaying with it.

That's why the men only saw her back, and when viewed from a distance, with so many men moving and going around, they were unable to tell her apart.

It was the perfect plan, and very apparent that Miss Linda had made quite the elaborate preparations for her escape.

In which, with a little bit of lady luck's grace, Miss Linda succeeded!

She and her sister were able to smoothly pass through the most restricted parts of the mansion without raising any alarms and finally arrived at that abandoned corridor.

Once there, the men carrying them gently unfurled the carpet and rolled their mistresses on the floor, thus freeing them from their constraints.

"Ahhhh!" And as they revealed herself, Miss Linda revealed a great moan of sigh.

To her, it felt like she had just gotten out of a thick straight jacket, the heat in there feeling like she was inside an oven until now.

Miss Linda's skin was thus flushed red white, sweat was dripping from all her pores, cascading across her body and wetting the cold stone underneath as her clothes were plastered right onto her skin, completely soaked by her perspiration and turned transparent.

And the same was true for Lady Adele.

Thus as the two sisters kneeled on the floor to try and catch their breath, as well as just cool down, the current scenery unexpectedly proved quite pink for the surrounding men.

They could not help but appreciate Miss Linda's nice, slender body that perfectly matched her immaculate face, or the much curvier Lady Adele's round and fleshy figure, one that threatened to spill out of the thin servant's disguise they had chosen to garb themselves with in order to pass undetected.

Oh, how many had dreamed of seeing their mistresses like this, naked yet not naked, bared yet not bare, the curves showing but not revealing, the garden so delicately framed, with a tantalizing shade of black and white, yet hidden.

If a painting of the current scenario could have been made, the Margraves might have been able to get out of the red with just the proceeds from this one sale.

Thus every man in there had to fight to stop themselves from sprouting a raging boner seeing this, even Lord Cassius being unable to be an exception.

And in some hidden parts of their mind, they all offered a prayer of thanks to the carpet for this, as the high quality fabric had worked to shackle every iota of the energy, thus producing this erotic scene.

While at the same time, the ladies cursed it, as to them it almost felt like baking alive.

They even suspected that if it had been summer instead of winter, then they might have had to been naked or risk dying due to a heatstroke.

Thus both sisters thanked the gods it was winter and thus spared that ignominy.

The pair cooled themselves rather quickly, the chilly air of the surrounding unheated area working to rapidly snatch the heat away.

And soon it reached the point that they began to feel a bit chilly, thus as they got up, the pair were quickly offered a simple, rough overcoat to shield themselves, much to the lingering regret of all the men.

They would have loved to keep staring for a bit longer, but the opportunity was soon taken from them as the ladies finally became decent, covering themselves with the same clothes the maids wore at the time.

Thus they looked no different from the hundreds of servants that access these corridors without getting even a single glance from the patrolling guards.

"Well, we are off." Miss Linda did not waste even a single second dithering about after getting dressed, as time was of the essence and she thought the faster they moved the better.

Who knew if Alexander was already after them?

Thus snatching her son back from Lord Cassius, Miss Linda put on the coat's hood over her head in order to better shield her ethereal beauty and then without any more word, took the lead through the abandoned corridor, with Lady Adele close in tow.

All while Lord Cassius watched the pair of backs disappear into the distance with a small lurch in his heart.

Something told him that they were never going to see each other again. He did not know why he thought so negatively about it, but he did.

'No! I cannot think like this. We are in love. The gods will not be so cruel. We will surely meet again.'

However the portly man quickly pushed down these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, and then rapidly turned on his heels, reminding himself, 'I just have to get father!' as he started to hurriedly sprint back.

Miss Linda and Lady Adele quickly crossed the dilapidated ruins of what was once a part of their home, ignoring the crumbling stone and wood infrastructure, the small and large potholes, the moss covered ceilings or the overgrown floors, as well as the gentle yet chilly winds leaking from the cracks and large holes all around.

It was difficult to claim this was once a place people used to live in. And not just any old people at that but- nobility.

There was very little evidence left as all the valuables such as paintings, utensils, and furniture

had been collected and transferred, at least the ones that had not been washed away by the flood.

So only the leftover junk was left, broken and discarded pieces of wood, metal, glass, and ceramic, thus making the place seem like a dump.

And it even smelt like one, as it stunk of overgrown damp moss and had a generally fishy, stuffy rancid odor.

It was not pleasant to take in.

Thus it was fortunate that the pair were able to make rapid progress through there, the ambient sunlight helping a lot in their effort.

One of the reasons why Miss Linda had made the unorthodox decision of escaping while the sun was up instead of the much more secure cover of darkness was due to this.

The others were the fact was it due to being hard to see, Miss Linda feared stumbling in the dark and tripping. And if she fell the 'correct' way, she might break even break her leg, thus ending her adventure then and there.

A fear made all the more real by the fact that this part of the house had been left abandoned.

So she had no idea what sort of state of disrepair it was in.

Then there was the concern if Miss Linda were to use a lamp to illuminate the way, it might give her position away.

After all, in the pitch black night, she would shine like a lighthouse, and who knew if any of the surrounding guards would spot this golden ray coming seemingly out of nowhere, and seeing it moving choose to investigate?

That would be trouble.

But undoubtedly the biggest reason for her choosing this time to escape was due to the night curfew.

Which was good news for her, but not so much for Lord Cassius.