Dear Mr. Blathe,

Here is more on my escape as I have promised.

I was left alone for hours -- I think. I remember a dreadful absence of hope seeping into me. I have to admit that I was nearly ready to accept my death, which was surely coming. There was a commotion out in the dark. I remember footsteps, first one set, then another, then many. I never learned what happened. Maybe a rite went wrong -- I apologize for the pun. Whatever the case may have been, I found myself unchained and hustled through the darkness.

I nearly tripped several times, and I found myself being almost carried along. I think by the end my feet were hardly touching the ground. We were almost outside -- I could feel the air change -- when someone put a blindfold on me. There was more shouting for everyone to hurry out, and we were off again.

I must say I felt a euphoria when the breeze hit my face. I could not see. I was captive. I was in peril. But, I felt free in that moving atmosphere.

The crunch of stone under my feet replaced solid rock. I stumbled over patches of brush. No one spoke.

That is enough for now. Writing of these matters is exhausting.

In solidarity,

G. McNutt