Chapter Eight(16)
Best ignore it, just trust that Lydia would keep the both of them from danger, and Cecy won't need the weapons she could feel thumping softly against her thighs as they climbed. Or if things were really bad, she could run away like Lydia suggested…and drag the other girl with her. She didn't want to see Lydia hurt or leave her alone against danger.
The hallway opened up before the two of them. Lydia and Cecy walked together through the opening. They emerged into a corridor much like the one on the first floor, with old-fashioned rooms on either side, their doors all open with weathered keys sticking in the keyholes.
'Thirty-five minutes.' Lydia spoke as they reached the end of the corridor and quickened her pace as she turned a sharp corner into an identical hallway. Cecy followed her onto another set of stairs directly behind the twist. As she took the first step, she noticed that the fourth door on the right was closed, its key missing. Probably a storage room.
After another climb, the stairway seemed to grow narrower, and gradually there was some other sound than the regular thumping of footsteps. A whistling sound, not shrill like a bird’s cry. The sound grew louder as they walked onwards, and light began to grow brighter too. Finally, Lydia and Cecy seemed to have found where the light was coming from; the stairway led to a terrace which Cecy hadn’t been able to see from down below. The sound of wind was the source of the whistling, apparently. Lydia glanced at her watch as they emerged into open air.
The hallway opened up before the two of them. Lydia and Cecy walked together through the opening. They emerged into a corridor much like the one on the first floor, with old-fashioned rooms on either side, their doors all open with weathered keys sticking in the keyholes.
'Thirty-five minutes.' Lydia spoke as they reached the end of the corridor and quickened her pace as she turned a sharp corner into an identical hallway. Cecy followed her onto another set of stairs directly behind the twist. As she took the first step, she noticed that the fourth door on the right was closed, its key missing. Probably a storage room.
After another climb, the stairway seemed to grow narrower, and gradually there was some other sound than the regular thumping of footsteps. A whistling sound, not shrill like a bird’s cry. The sound grew louder as they walked onwards, and light began to grow brighter too. Finally, Lydia and Cecy seemed to have found where the light was coming from; the stairway led to a terrace which Cecy hadn’t been able to see from down below. The sound of wind was the source of the whistling, apparently. Lydia glanced at her watch as they emerged into open air.
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