CH 5 – Kitchen Disguises
Marcellus and Savin stood underneath the hatch leading inside the Palace. A loud racket could be heard above them. Chatter, faint music and heavy feet pounding along the floor above startled the paranoid witch.
"Are you sure about this?" Her blue eyes sparkled in the dark as she looked down to Marcellus. With one hand keeping her steady on the ladder, she nearly lost her footing, causing her to kick him in the shoulder. She took her other hand off the hatch and securely grabbed the ladder, it was a long drop down.
"Ouch.. I'm positive." He knew Savin was worried about being caught, her neck was on the line and he wasn't going to risk anything.
Savin slowly opened the trap door, climbing out of the darkness she was greeted with a wonderful scent of cinnamon.
"Mmm" she hummed. Marcellus followed out after her, both squished into the tiny cupboard located in the kitchens.
"Why are we in here?" Savin pulled her arm from around her side and accidentally nudged her companion.
"Ouch, will you stop that?" He moved only to trip over his feet, falling hastily against the cupboard wall and bringing Savin with him.
"Sorry.. Are you alright?" If The cupboard were not so dark, Marcellus would have seen a red tinge grow into Savin's cheeks.
"Fine" she replied.
"Anyway" he continued, "the other trapdoor leads into the throne room, which is quite the giveaway don't you think?" One sharp look said it all, "and yes I won't be this sarcastic the whole trip."
Savin rolled her eyes and pushed her back against the opposite wall, "perhaps I should wait here. As the plan suggested."
"Ah yes, the plan." Marcellus opened the door only to quickly shut it, locking Savin securely inside. Wandering along to the servant quarters, he was greeted many times by various guests and servers.
By the time he was back in the kitchen Savin had grown impatient, "put these on quickly" Marcellus opened the door and handed Savin a simple black dress.
"A servant's uniform? This was your brilliant idea?" She hissed through the door as she changed.
"Yes, I thought it was quite original." Coherent mumbling from inside the cupboard followed, and out stepped the poorly disguised Savin.
"This is stupid" looking at her delicate shoes she couldn't help but make a snide comment.
"Good, now lets leave."
Walking through the halls, Savin kept to the wall and avoided any contact. Marcellus walked in front as to take attention off the odd servant behind him. She heard many sniggering comments from other staff, all assuming she was to be fired.
'How very amusing' she giggled, 'Marcellus couldn't hurt a fly, how could anyone possibly think he could fire someone?'
The Alchemist turned to look at her as though he had heard her thoughts, Marcellus couldn't hide the concern written into his face for long.
Stepping in time with the man in front of her, she focused on the task at hand. The guards were too distracted to notice any odd servant in the Place, often talking to one another about the current happenings.
Maybe, just maybe, this was a good idea after all.
Savin could see the palace gates through the windows, they seemed so close.
Distracted once again, Marcellus pulled her to the side, out of sight from a patrolling guard.
He sighed I'm relief, "keep an eye out, you were nearly seen." She nodded slightly.
Once the guard went on his way she continued to follow her guide to a small side door used for the kitchen staff. They picked up their pace through the gardens and out onto Wizard Way.
"There shouldn't be as many guards out on the streets tonight, with most of them stationed in the Palace that is."
Savin watched her blurred reflection on the flooded ground as she walked. If the castle was starting to flood, the moat must be far worse..