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Sir Hagan ran down the narrow, grey flagstone stairwell lined with banners containing the family shield. His hair moved with the oncoming drafts. His brow was lined with concentration. His body was laden with a heavy chainmail and the royal colours, this only slowed him down as he tried to run. As he reached the bottom of the stairwell he turned left and ran down the west wing corridor. He turned left again down another corridor barely the width of him. There was an open door in front of him to the right. He knew this led onto the kitchen and that servants would be soon hurtling along the corridor. He knew he had to move quickly. He stopped at the entrance and checked to make sure the coast was clear. As he steeped out a sound pricked his ear. He turned to see the corridor was now full of the Prince's soldiers. He was trapped.
'Stay where you are!' Said a booming voice from down the corridor.
His heart skipped a beat as they began to move closer and he heard the sound of swords being drawn. He grasped the hilt of his own sword prepared to draw at any time. The poorly lit corridor was useless to escape from. He knew he could not resist arrest. The entrance behind him was still empty, so he slowly backed down it. He knew the guards had seen him and would begin to follow. The corridor was longer than Hagan had expected and seemed to drag on. His chainmail seemed to tease him as he ran giving away his location to the oncoming guards. He was confronted with another door, he chose to enter and shut the door behind himself. A raggy purple material hung at the window and offered little shelter to the autumn cold that drafted around the castle. The room was full of old rubbish such as bits of broom and old plates. It was what looked like a storeroom for the servants. He walked over to the window and looked out, it looked to high to jump. However with little observation Hagan saw the moat was directly under the castle on this side. So he held his breath, closed his eyes and jumped.