There was no window, only high up beneath the ceiling were slits like loopholes that not a child could have passed.

Such was the place to which Eve was led.
Here they left her.

At nightfall the door was opened and Jane Mell entered, bearing a loaf of bread and a jug of water, which she set down upon the floor.
"Would you aught else ?" she asked.
"Ay, woman," answered Eve, "my thick red woollen cloak from my chamber, and hood to match.

Also water to wash me, for this place is cold and foul, and I would die warm and clean." "First I must get leave from my lord your father," said the woman in a surly voice.
"Get it then and be swift," said Eve, "or leave it ungotten; I care little." Mell went and within half an hour returned with the garments, the water and some other things.

Setting them down without a word she departed, locking and bolting the door behind her.
While there remained a few rays of light to see by, Eve ate and drank heartily, for she needed food.