"You need not be discouraged at that, Paolo; it's not such a simple
thing to plan an escape from a fortress like this as it was to
get into the citadel at Turin, where we also had the advantage of
starting with disguises. I can no more think of a disguise in which
I can pass the gates than you can. I am a good deal too tall to
pass as a woman. My face is perfectly well known to every soldier
in the castle, and even if we hit upon a disguise it would be very
difficult to get it brought in. It struck me today that if I am to
get out it must be in some vehicle that has come in with supplies."

"That is a great idea, master; if I had not been a thick headed
fool I should have thought of that before. But at the same time
it will not be easy to manage."

"I quite see that, Paolo; even if the driver were bought over it
would be difficult indeed to manage to get into the cart with so
many soldiers standing about."

Paolo shook his head.

"Yes, I don't see that that could be managed at all, master."

He stood thinking a minute.

"I have it!" he exclaimed joyfully. "You know, sir, sometimes a
train of waggons containing faggots, or flour, or other things,
comes in late. Those that are unloaded before the gate is closed go
out at once; the others are unloaded that evening, but the empty
carts have to remain in the castle till morning, as the great gates