There still remained the cistern, the mortuary vault, and the pavilion, or rather, the chapel in the forest, to be searched.

Roland crossed the open space between the cistern and the monastery.

After descending the steps, he lighted three torches, kept one, and handed the other two, one to a dragoon, the other to a gendarme; then he raised the stone that concealed the stairway.
The gendarmes who followed Roland began to think him as brave as he was active.
They followed the subterranean passage to the first gate; it was closed but not locked.

They entered the funereal vault.

Here was more than solitude, more than silence; here was death.