I lay down on my bed, but I did not sleep very well. During the night I heard women’s voices outside my door, and then the Count, saying, ‘Wait. Your time has not yet come. Tomorrow night – you can have him then.’ The women laughed, a low, sweet sound, and I shook with fear.
Morning came at last, and I was still alive. ‘I must escape,’ thought. But first I had to get the keys.
Once again, I went down the wall and into the Count’s room. I ran down the stairs, to the room with the coffins.