Strong Enough (5)

I got out of bed, and stifled a scream as I collapsed. Not now... Its too important an opportunity to miss because of my stupid disease. I waited a few minutes, rubbing my legs. I stood, but it hurt so much. Hopefully it would wear off before I had to do any running... I changed into black trousers and a black tunic. I wrapped a dark hood around my head to disguise my bright red hair, and rubbed grease on my face and arms. Hopefully the guard would not see me. I quietly opened the door, glad I had greased it a couple days before when I was scouting out the area. I looked up and down the hallway, and slipped out of my room. I groaned silently as I put weight on my right leg. I quickly stifled it, and hid behind a statue as I heard footsteps coming my way.
A guard passed by my hiding place on his rounds for the night. I closed my eyes so the lantern would not reflect in them, and listened to his footsteps. He paused. Oh no, I left my door cracked open! He slowly prodded my door open. I crept up silently on him as he stepped into my room. I unwrapped my belt and gagged him with it. I knocked him unconscious with his night stick. I then dragged him the rest of the way into my room. I gagged him with his own belt, and put my belt back on. Hopefully when he woke up, I would be long gone, but since I wasn't sure, I took the sheets off the bed, and sliced them both in half. I took the sheets, and tied him up with them. Hopefully my complicated knots would keep him a while.
I again went out of my room, but this time I darted up the hallway. Which way did Anwen say again? Left or right? I'll try right. I darted down the right hallway. Thankfully it was the right one, because I saw the records room door....with two guards in front of it...Now what? I don't want to die too get in the records room, but how can I get in? I leaned against the tapestry next to me, and stumbled, squealed. One of the guards unfortunately heard me, because he sent one of the guys over to me. There was no wall! I climbed into the tunnel, and pushed the wood that had been in place back in the wall, just as the guard came to see what had made the noise. I held my breath as he pulled back the tapestry, and he saw the blank wall. "It was probably a mouse, Tanner!" He yelled back at one of the other guards, under his breath, he muttered, "Or your imagination..." He left to go stand back on guard duty. I left my breath out, grateful that I had found a tunnel, and wondering where it led.