How many times had he looked up, had he inspected the ceiling - and it did not occur to him that the way out was up.  Not past guards, or through sewers.  He was uncomfortable with being the first one out; he was worried about the Princess.  But, the angel, to test his mettle and determination, insisted he be the first to climb the rope, pull himself up, and onto the rafter.<br/><br/>It was odd that the being was helping without supernatural powers; but he decided that perhaps the angel was testing him.  What was also odd were his eyes; he caught himself starting into his eyes, but realized the princess's life ... nay, the Queen's life ... was in danger.  He stood back for a moment, then thrust himself forward, landing the full weight of his left leg into the monk's hand.  The upward momentum of his thrust allowed him to fly in the air momentarily, enough to grab the rope.  It was a short distance after this, perhaps ten feet.<br/><br/>While the climb up the rope was largely mundane, Navarez was thankful the angel attached the rope to one of the beams.  Upon climbing to the top of the rafters and before he had a chance to help anyone else, one of the chains holding up the rafter to the beams broke.  The other chains did not look sturdy.<br/><br/>"Princess; we are closer to the surface.  I will need you to come up here soon, before this rafter breaks and I am unable to reach and hold you.  Hurry!"  He threw the rope down; the rafters were getting shaky.  Would it survive if he bent down to help pull the princess up?