While they proceeded in the night, I considered snuggling in the city through the same passage they used to get out.
I could visit Polis after years; I could meet my Queen during her last goodbye to her people.
She was like that. I knew it. She certainly had run from the Palace to visit the harbour and be with her subjects.
I stood in front of that hidden door for a while, and then I crossed it.
It was far from the walls. So, I had to walk awhile before reaching the end of the tunnel.
The general and my brother in law had left for quite some time. I didn't meet anyone on the way and walked out of the tunnel without worries.
The roads were dark and silent. News of the imminent surrender had already been made public. There weren't festivals and singing people, just gloomy drunkards on the streets and unhappy families behind house walls.
