Unorna, holding her leader by one hand, steadied herself with the other against the smooth, curved wall, fearing at every moment lest she should stumble and fall in the total darkness.
But Beatrice never faltered.

To her the way was as bright as though the noonday sun had shone before her.
The stairs ended abruptly against a door.

Beatrice stood still.

She had received no further commands and the impulse ceased.
"Draw back the bolt and take me into the church," said Unorna, who could see nothing, but who knew that the nuns fastened the door behind them when they returned into the convent.

Beatrice obeyed without hesitation and led her forward.
They came out between the high carved seats of the choir, behind the high altar.