Beau Bergeron cursed whatever god governed luck in this world as he ran down the hall. Suddenly, he heard the wizard from the boat muttering behind him as he passed the girl who’d slapped him (though, in the back of his mind he had an urge to plant one on her, just for gallantry’s sake). To make matters worse, the room was beginning to spin, the shadows creeping up along the walls. The only thing going in his favour was the fact that the two nobles seemed to be at odds with one another: One seeking light, and the other summoning the shadows.
With no time to contemplate more attempts for the cards, and a desperate need to flee the scene he simply continued his run down the hall, tripping and stumbling. Finally the window was in sight and he was preparing to jump when the top of his head “hit” the creeping shadow.
Bon Dieu, qu’est-ce qu’elle est maintenant?!, he thought, but there was no time to ponder it. He had to get out that window. Looking behind him, he could just see the faint glow of light, and the Prince was gaining on him fast. But the window was gone, the shadows had overtaken it.
Beau Bergeron looked at his hand and at where the window should be, just out of reach behind the creeping shadows, and a calculated decision was made. With a grimace, he punched as hard as he could through the shadow, engulfing his knuckles in pain when, like glass, it shattered into a thousand pieces. He leaped head-first out the window and dove into the canals below.
The current was strong. The water had risen just above his head while he’d been searching through the house, the storm still raging on above the harbour town of Sesus. Beau, having known what a powerful storm was like, wasted no strength attempting to fight its pull and simply allowed himself to be swept up and taken away. Leading him to the same alleyway in which he’d come, more or less as planned for his escape.
What he hadn’t counted on was the rise in water level, nor his possibly broken hand. This made swimming much more difficult through the water laden streets of Sesus. Twice, lightning lit his way as he swam as hard as he could, one handed. By the time he’d latched hold of the boarding ramp of the Calinda he was exhausted. The dwarf, Larman Ogges, had gone in, likely due to the storm and floods, figuring a criminal on the ship would be unlikely in this weather.
Between curses, Beau Bergeron made his way to his room, laughing bitterly at the irony…