“Hashem is helping me. Nathan is one of Hashem’s messengers.”

It became apparent to Shimshon that he wasn’t going to get a fair trial. He was placed in a cell all by himself and told that there were severe punishments coming his way for pushing Sinlar, the pirate, off the cliff. Shimshon protested, but no one wanted to hear the truth.

While Shimshon was languishing in prison, Sylvester, Uncle Nathan, and Baruch were released.

The newly freed prisoners stood outside the castle, blinking in the sunlight.

Uncle Nathan’s eyes bore into Sylvester. “You won’t get away with this!”

“Ha! I’m fairly certain I already have,” Sylvester grinned. “And now, all I need to do is find Shabsi, the only surviving Jewish scholar who wrote the scrolls. With his help, I’m going to create the golem creatures spoken about in the Jewish texts. And I will be the most wealthy, powerful ma—”

“You think he’s still alive?” Uncle Nathan scoffed.  “Says who? It’s not likely. And if he is, what makes you think he’s going to be willing to help you?”

“Willing? Willing?” Sylvester chuckled. “Who said anything about being willing?”

As Shimshon miserably sitting  in prison, Uncle Nathan and Baruch were hard at work devising a plan to get him out.

It was late at night when Shimshon heard the footsteps of a guard coming down the corridor. He jumped as the guard approached the cell, and watched in amazement as he silently unlocked the heavy lock hanging on the door. The guard looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being watched before he quickly dropped a dark cloak inside the cell, spun on his heel, and left.

Shimshon nervously crept forward towards the cloak, wondering what news it held, and felt a piece of parchment inside the pocket. It read:

RIGHT OUTSIDE THE CELL, LEFT DOWN THE EASTERN CORRIDOR AND THROUGH THE WATER.

At last, someone was helping him! He quietly slipped on the dark cloak, left the unlocked cell, and made his way stealthily down the eastern corridor. After two minutes, he walked through an archway and found himself standing above a moat. Remembering his instructions, he leaped into the water and swam to the other side. Cold and shivering, he met Uncle Nathan and Baruch waiting for him inside a wagon.

“Well done, Shimshon,” Uncle Nathan nodded in approval. “Now let’s go!”