Hidden in plain sight - Anselm senses a chance for survival

Anselm looked about him for inspiration. It took him all of three hours to spot the possible escape route, a barely noticeable line that extended to a height of no more than two or three feet at the corner of the room and then crossed two feet or so before once more plunging south to the floor. That must be the way out but how to access it? A push of the block, a lever perhaps? He could not see any obvious mechanical means to remotely unlock or open the hatch so he assumed it would need to be pushed but what way? Did it only open from the far side? His heart sank as he contemplated this crushing possibility. Even when he had seen a possible light at the end of his proverbial tunnel could it be that this slim glimmer of hope had been snatched from him?

And then he saw it, so ingenious he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the kind of mind that had come up with this solution. How to hide something in a twelve foot square dungeon? Hide it in plain sight! There was a small grate in the floor, about six inches square, through which the blood of torture victims would pass. No one would think to remove this and plunge your hand into the stinking, bloody abyss below and Anselm realised that this must be where the lever was deployed. Right under the noses of those who would imprison and torture. It must have been placed here to provide a secret means of escape should the feudal lord ever fall foul of the church or the state. He remembered that the previous owner, one  Antonio De Sanchi, was rumoured to have held non-canonical beliefs. No doubt he feared for his very existence and had taken measures to give him at least the chance of escape.

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But how to be freed from the iron hoop? He had no implement with which to attempt to pick the lock. Had he been able to access his laboratory he could have used some of the potent ‘gunpowder’ he had been given by a Moor who had befriended him during the third crusade, when Saint Bernard had incited the western world to overrun the holy land. The man had been highly intelligent, well studied and had travelled widely, including to a mythical land to the east where it was said dragons walked the earth and explosions filled the night sky with colour.

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