After the incident, Eamon knew that he could not just stay and wait for the next accident, he could not talk to anyone until he knew what happened to him, so he proposed that as soon as he left the bathroom, he would flee the party and go home to see his family's doctor. But before leaving, Eamon's manners did not let him leave without first cleaning the entire sink and the mirror, rearranging his suit for the last time.
When Eamon finished cleaning his suit, still alert, he hurried to open the door and accidentally knocked and knocked down Rosa, Amara's youngest daughter, with the golden doorknob, who saw everything in the distance.
"Listen to me Lord Eamon, what's wrong with him? that's no way to behave when you're invited to a party." she said excitedly
"Excuse me, but how could I know that she was behind the door," Eamon said with a calmer tone and bowing his head in apology.
At that moment the girl began to cry and rub her forehead for the blow.
"They gave me complaints of some impertinent person occupying the bathroom, so I came to see, but never imagine that it was you Lord Eamon." Amara said, even more excited. "I already told you that I'm sorry, I don't have time for this, please." Eamon answered, almost in a pleading voice.
Amara took a deep breath as she put her hand to her chest and put on a face of indignation at the words of apathy that Lord Eamon directed towards her.
"My sincerest apologies, I don't know what's wrong with me today!" Eamon said at the top of his lungs. "Guards! Get him out of here." Amara shouted. "Please! don't exaggerate." Eamon said with a condescending tone. "I'm sorry this time in earnest" Eamon said again. "Get out of my house and I don't want us to see each other again." Amara said with a red face in anger. "Okay, although I'd rather not" Eamon said with a more tired tone. "Enough...!, don't answer me anymore" Amara said furiously.
At that moment, the guards arrived in the corridor and as soon as Amara saw them she told them.
"Get this unwanted man out of my house, but not in the main room, I don't want you to ruin my party," Amara said a little calmer.
"Shall we throw it out the window? Ma'am, you have no other secondary exits, this part of the house," a guard replied.
"Do what you want, but I want him out," Amara answered, still annoyed. "Let's go, Rosa."
At that moment, the girl stood up and ran to her mother's arms and as soon as Amara held her in her arms, Amara grabbed her hand and together they left the hallway towards the party hall.
At that moment, the guards formed a wall across the corridor and left Eamon unable to escape, so the desperate man ran down the corridor and jumped, trying to knock down the guards, but they stopped him between everyone, they held him by his legs, arms, hips, neck, and between all the guards they arrogated him through a window, previous to the wall that the guards made with their bodies, and Lord Eamon fell from a distance of 2 meters high towards the mainland, giving a dry blow, since his fall sounded, even though the grass slightly dampened his fall.
Eamon raised his head for a moment and saw his carriage in the distance parked, he tried to shout at him, but a shout from a guard was heard first, warning his colleagues outside about Eamon, which caused the outside guards to hold and arrest his driver, who was behind the wagon relaxing a little. Eamon, seeing this, with his face full of earth, got up and decided to flee on foot, and then return for his driver, but as soon as he went around the garden in search of an exit, he ran into more guards who were waiting for him, Eamon cornered, turned around and continued running throughout the field, while the guards seemed to be bullfighting him.
Until he ran into a wall covered with roses, he turned to see his pursuers, seeing them so close, Eamon held onto the large stems of the rosebush and began to climb it, his hands were bleeding and his suit was tearing with every second he was in contact with the thorns of the rosebush, and so with a titanic effort on his part and cursing everything loudly as he screamed, Eamon climbed the wall and when he was on the other side, his hands gave way and let go, leaving Eamon to fall on the other side on the pavement.
Eamon writhed in pain for a moment, which he felt eternal, and then rose with remarkable weariness in his face, turned to look at the wall, and hearing nothing, knew that they would no longer pursue him, for the guards had accomplished their task, and with slow steps, and limping on his left foot, he crossed the street and headed back to his mansion in the middle of the dark night, his suit torn to pieces, his hands injured, his face dirty and his body wounded.