But Carto had thought to sneak in through the ceiling, as Ebonshield herself had done, before swooping down after the storehouse was closed for the morning, slitting the Hatcheteers' throats. The plan was certainly 'clean,' but this would also make obvious that an intrusion was made. She wished for a more subtle infiltration that would not be noticed until some time later -- if, indeed, at all. Furthermore, the task of sneaking in across the ceiling had been slow and laborious, and all four of her legs still ached from the exertion of slowly picking her way from stalactite to stalactite. 