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This part was easy. All she needed to do was lift the latch and open the window in the small dining room. The latch was old and rusted and difficult to open, but after a moment of fussing, she got it. Then, she swung the window open, pulling it back and forth so that the stained glass would catch the light. This was her signal to King Masroy’s soldiers to get into position. For good measure, she pulled out a handkerchief, and waved it to make sure they would see.
“It’s so warm in here, I just needed a bit of air,” she said, although the room was mostly empty. A couple of servants remained, clearing away the dishes and the large amount of untouched food. They weren’t even looking at her.