A few days later Johanna went to another Church service, this time at someone’s house at the very edge of the city. Greetje had drummed up more volunteers for her trip to the palace than she needed. She’d hoped to get two or three men, but she ended up with eight.
Some of the men were adamant that she should not go. “You’re the Queen. If we lose you, our efforts at resisting Alexandre will have been for nothing.”
“I know where these things are. I know the palace better than any of you. I can’t let you go inside without a guide. You might get lost.”
The men were all warehouse workers and shipbuilders and carpenters. None of them had ever set foot inside the palace, so they reluctantly had to agree to let her come.
They worked out a plan. They would do it on the night of the next new moo
