"
With which, he seized one of the wax candles, and trotted, with
rather unprincely haste, after Sir Norman and his conductors.
The young knight had been led down the same long passage he had
walked through before; but instead of entering the chamber of
horrors, they passed through the centre arch, and found
themselves in another long, vaulted corridor, dimly lit by the
glow of the outer one. It was as cold and dismal a place, Sir
Norman thought, as he had ever seen; and it had an odor damp and
earthy, and of the grave. It had two or three great, ponderous
doors on either aide, fastened with huge iron bolts; and before
one of these his conductors paused. Just as they did so, the
glimmer of the dwarf's taper pierced the gloom, and the next
moment, smiling from ear to ear, he was by their side.
"Down with the bars!" he cried. "This is the one for him - the
strongest and safest of them all. Now, my dashing courtier, you
will see how tenderly your little friend provides for his
favorites!"
If Sir Norman made any reply, it was drowned id the rattle and
clank of the massive bars, and is hopelessly lost to posterity.
The huge door swung back; but nothing was visible but a sort of
black velvet pall, and effluvia much stronger than sweet.
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