08-13-2014, 02:46 AM
"The Sir Knight enjoyed it as much as any honorable knight would," she teased from the wagon, laying supine just behind the driver's bench.
"Don't mess this up," Cecily reminded the group as they moved out.
She ignored Roland's comment on getting through this with haste: he probably meant well, though she hoped he didn't actually mean he wanted to rush this part of the plan. It is the most delicate part; once outside the gates and out of the view of tower sentries, it would be safe for Cecily to be unbound.
Navigating through the streets was the easy part: Laus followed a similar street layout as other Lycian capitals, particularly as a mean of optimizing travel from military barracks and storehouses to the ramparts, so it was no problem figuring out where the main gate is. For a knight familiar with the interior of Ostia, this would be no issue.
At the gate, it was business as usual. There is traffic, passing a guard house, going in and out of the city. The outgoing line wasn't very long today, but the rate at which parties were permitted to leave did not appear ideal.
Cecily realized the latter as Roland was forced to slow his pace to avoid crashing into the groups ahead. Although it would be no good to rush, she didn't want to waste any more time than necessary to prevent her companions from being identified as in league with herself.
However, she didn't anticipate that there were guardsmen who were questioning the parties behind in line, in order to help expedite the process of getting people through the gate. Two guards approached them, one of them armed with a lance while the other did not appear to have any weapons.
"Excuse me, travelers. I need to inspect your wagon for any illegal goods," the unarmed one said.
It didn't need to be said that although the guards were welcome to look inside the wagon. But touching, let alone uncovering, the cloth that hid Cecily's frame would be disastrous. Cecily slowed her breathing, focusing on remaining as still as possible as the others dealt with the men.
"Don't mess this up," Cecily reminded the group as they moved out.
She ignored Roland's comment on getting through this with haste: he probably meant well, though she hoped he didn't actually mean he wanted to rush this part of the plan. It is the most delicate part; once outside the gates and out of the view of tower sentries, it would be safe for Cecily to be unbound.
Navigating through the streets was the easy part: Laus followed a similar street layout as other Lycian capitals, particularly as a mean of optimizing travel from military barracks and storehouses to the ramparts, so it was no problem figuring out where the main gate is. For a knight familiar with the interior of Ostia, this would be no issue.
At the gate, it was business as usual. There is traffic, passing a guard house, going in and out of the city. The outgoing line wasn't very long today, but the rate at which parties were permitted to leave did not appear ideal.
Cecily realized the latter as Roland was forced to slow his pace to avoid crashing into the groups ahead. Although it would be no good to rush, she didn't want to waste any more time than necessary to prevent her companions from being identified as in league with herself.
However, she didn't anticipate that there were guardsmen who were questioning the parties behind in line, in order to help expedite the process of getting people through the gate. Two guards approached them, one of them armed with a lance while the other did not appear to have any weapons.
"Excuse me, travelers. I need to inspect your wagon for any illegal goods," the unarmed one said.
It didn't need to be said that although the guards were welcome to look inside the wagon. But touching, let alone uncovering, the cloth that hid Cecily's frame would be disastrous. Cecily slowed her breathing, focusing on remaining as still as possible as the others dealt with the men.
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Insurrection - Lady Cecilia "Cecily" of Laus, third in line to the Laus marquessate