A daring escape for Anselm

The guard crashed to the floor, out cold. Anselm smiled at a job well done and glanced back over his shoulder as he bent over the guard looking for any keys concealed on his person, eager to check that the one remaining guard outside of the room was not peering in and about to raise the alarm. There was no sign of the second guard and Anselm said a silent prayer of thanks to those who had built the dungeons – clearly sound proofing the cells had been a priority in order to stifle the screams that would have been emanating from the rooms when inmates were routinely tortured.

Quickly Anselm grabbed the keys and searched for the one that would release the manacles. Finding it he removed his shackles and then lifted the grate from the drain in the centre of the room. It took him but a few moments to find the lever and he pushed and pulled it until he found the right manner of operation. With a soft clunk the lever dislodged the mechanism holding the escape hatch in place and a large square of stone erupted into the room. Anselm replaced the grate and quickly dislodged the stone, pulling it into the cell. Crawling into the space behind the stone he pulled it back into position and once in situ there was no indication that it had ever been moved in the first place.

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The crawl space quickly turned into a six foot high, narrow channel that ran the length of the dungeons. Anselm was just in time to hear the screams of the young maid servant as she was hauled away to her inevitable doom. He didn’t know what to do next. Try to locate the beautiful Anna Maria and save her lusty young life or make his escape and not look back. Firstly, he didn’t know which cell she was being detained in. Secondly, what if she wasn’t alone and Torquemada himself was with her, administering his sadistic methods for his own obvious sexual pleasure? He couldn’t hear any screams but the walls were thick, could they be stifling her screams?

And then it hit him – was there even an escape hatch in every cell? There must be, he concluded. Antonio de Sanchi could not know which dungeon he would be incarcerated in and so would have had to make many potential escape routes. If she was here, he would find her!

Is Anselm’s confidence warranted? Will the delectable damsel be freed? More of this Silk Stocking Story soon.