He stumbled across a dark path. There was nothing to light his way save for the dying lantern in his hands. The guards were at the front gate and they’d be at the front entrance shortly. He hurried along in the dark as best he could but the cobblestones were difficult to traverse in the poor light. He burst through the main doors and rushed towards the back where his brothers were piling up the silverware with much clatter and commotion.
"The duke’s returned, run while you still can!" Benoit exclaimed, exasperated from the journey up the palace grounds.
But it was already too late.