I am a good deal too tall to pass as a woman.

My face is perfectly well known to every soldier in the castle, and even if we hit upon a disguise it would be very difficult to get it brought in.
It struck me today that if I am to get out it must be in some vehicle that has come in with supplies." "That is a great idea, master; if I had not been a thick headed fool I should have thought of that before.

But at the same time it will not be easy to manage." "I quite see that, Paolo; even if the driver were bought over it would be difficult indeed to manage to get into the cart with so many soldiers standing about." Paolo shook his head.
"Yes, I don't see that that could be managed at all, master." He stood thinking a minute.
"I have it!" he exclaimed joyfully.

"You know, sir, sometimes a train of waggons containing faggots, or flour, or other things, comes in late.
Those that are unloaded before the gate is closed go out at once; the others are unloaded that evening, but the empty carts have to remain in the castle till morning, as the great gates are never opened between sunset and sunrise, though officers come in by the postern.

Now, if you could manage during the night to slip into one of the waggons, say one that has brought in flour, you might be so covered over by the empty sacks they take out, that no one would dream anyone was hidden there." "Capital, Paolo! It is evident that your head is not so thick as you thought it was just now.