It was late on that cold night of February and the icy rain was falling hard on the roof of the White tower. I had a jug of wine smuggled to me with a coil of rope inside. I prepared to put my plan into action. Suddenly I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. The next thing I knew the lock on the jail door started to turn, then the door opened and in came the two guards. They looked cold and tired. An idea popped into my head and before they could say a word I offered them a drink. They didn’t even bother to ask where I had got the wine but instead they said yes thank you and sat down. After they had their first glass, I offered them another. On their third glass they were drunk and on the fourth glass they were fast asleep. Now was my chance to escape. I tied the the rope to a bar and dropped it out of the window. My heart was beating faster than a galloping horse. For a moment I didn’t know if I could do it. But then I did. I climbed down the rope thinking about what the guards would do when they found out I was gone. When I reached the bottom I had a posse of horsemen waiting for me with an extra horse and we raced off into the night. I, Ranulf Flambard have succeeded in escaping the Tower of London.
