The Church's scout crawled all the way up to the canal source's sluice gate on the third night, lay in the reed bush for over an hour, sketching with graphite onto a piece of tanned leather then crawled back.
He did it very carefully, clearly recording two guards, a solid ironwood sluice gate, an iron crank handle and a grass-roofed watchtower.
The night guard that day saw him since he was still wading on the other bank, because on the watchtower roof there was a lantern covering three sides, whoever walked into the lit area then looking out from inside the watchtower was as clear as daylight, while the person outside saw completely nothing besides a fire speck.
He did not shout raising alarm, only reached his hand pressing twice onto the bronze knob attached to the pole, and all the way inside the city, inside the on-duty room of the Department of Military Affairs, the bronze bell that old Durk forged since the time there were no broadcasting speakers rang two crisp rings.
