By evening the city was exhausted and there was little activity, even so Ilse waited till late before venturing out in dark clothing, moving through the back streets and shadows to the back of the palace overlooking the river. Waiting until a patrol had just past she slipped into an area of darkness beneath an old bastion. She was gratified to find a rope hanging down from a window high above, but quite invisible in the gloom. Double checking for any patrols she started to climb. It wasn’t easy and part way she froze as a patrol passed by below, hoping that they wouldn’t look up and that she was dark enough to not be visible in the murk.
They passed by and gratefully she climbed the remaining stretch and entered through the window of a linen store. Quickly she hauled up the rope and hid it at the bottom of a pile of linen. She would have to find her own way out!
A surprise was lying nearby, a servants uniform that was her size. Her contact had been thorough, being in uniform meant that she would be less likely to be stopped if spotted. Quickly she changed and stuffed her other clothes in her knapsack.