Ruber crept silently down the unfamiliar dark hall toward where he'd seen Morgan lead Kayley, Garrett, Devon, and Cornwall, sliding his hand along the covered wall to guide his way.
Without warning, he bumped into someone going the other way. They both stopped. Ruber was paralyzed for a moment, wondering if he'd been caught.
"Hello?" a familiar voice whispered.
Ruber nearly sighed out loud with relief. "Garrett," he whispered back, "It's Ruber."
Garrett let out a breath. "Then I suppose we have the same idea."
"Chief Hinn and Prince Hacha said we should leave now," Ruber said, "Apparently Morgan has a plan to attack Camelot."
"We have to get the girls out of here," Garrett declared, "Our window is just large enough. It might be a tight squeeze, but if your gryphon can make it, Devon and Cornwall have agreed to fly us as far as they can."
"That just might work," Ruber agreed, "I'll go back and get them. Be ready for when we return. And Garrett?"
"Yes?" the blind knight asked.
"If anything happens to me, promise you'll do all in your power to rescue Ingrid," Ruber said quietly.
"I swear it," Garrett replied, "You know, Ruber, you're a good man. Sir Lionel knew it, Ingrid knew it, and I think in time, all the kingdom will know it too."
Ruber couldn't see much in the darkness and he was rather glad Garrett couldn't see him either.
"Thank you," he said.
The two knights parted ways, beginning their escape from the castle in the desert.