Right below him he beheld an immense room, of which the flag he
had raised seemed to form part of the ceiling, in a remote
corner. Evidently it was one of a range of lower vaults, and as
he was at least fourteen feet above it, and his corner somewhat
in shadow, there was little danger of his being seen. So,
leaning far down to look at his leisure, he took the goods the
gods provided him, and stared to his heart's content.
Sir Norman had seen some queer sights daring the four-and-twenty
years he had spent in this queer world, but never anything quite
equal to this. The apartment below, though so exceedingly large,
was lighted with the brilliance of noon-day; and every object it
contained; from one end to the other, was distinctly revealed.
The floor, from glimpses he had of it in obscure corners, was of
stone; but from end to end it was covered with richest rugs and
mats, and squares of velvet of as many colors as Joseph's coat.
The walls were hung with splendid tapestry, gorgeous in silk and
coloring, representing the wars of Troy, the exploits of Coeur de
Lion among the Saracens, the death of Hercules, all on one side;
and on the other, a more modern representation, the Field of the
Cloth of Gold.
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