“I know the doors were open when we fell asleep after . . . er . . .” Her face was positively on fire now. Unable to verbalize what they’d been doing, she skipped to, “Yet they were closed when I woke up to see the stables were on fire. That bothered me, so I looked back on the way to the keep and saw that not only were they shut, but pieces of wood had been jammed against them to keep them closed.”
