"Now my debt is paid — the exact amount you had saved up for your daughter’s dowry"

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ocheved waited for two hours, and finally the house fell silent. Hopefully, even Marat was now dozing off the effects of all the alcohol he had put into his system. It was time to get out of there.

Yocheved tiptoed from the room and found Marat sleeping like a baby at the bottom of the steps. She stepped around him and saw three other men snoring at the table, their heads flat against the wood.

But as she was about to open the door, she spotted another guard, not quite fully drunk, who was still drinking from a flask outside.

She quickly raced over to the massive cloak that Marat had worn when he was traveling. She took it off the peg on the wall and swung it around her body. It was extremely heavy, and she wondered what type of material could possibly weigh this much. She threw the hood over her head and opened the door.

She raced over to one of the horses, ignoring the drunken guard who mumbled, “Marat…?”

She clambered onto one of the horses and galloped off.