praying that his drab scribes robes would make him inconspicuous among the people whod leapt to their feet at the first spray of blood that hit them , yodren had run to the scriptorium , and instead of going to his cell where he could be found and dragged back to the palace , he stole into the deep dark cellar where the scribes kept their casks of wine and ale , great sacks filled with flour and wheat , and clay vats of honey .