There were big buildings on one side, and on the other what looked like the lift of a hill.

No lights were shown, the place was in profound gloom, but I felt the presence near me of others besides Hussin and the driver.
We were hurried, Blenkiron only half awake, into an outbuilding, and then down some steps to a roomy cellar.

There Hussin lit a lantern, which showed what had once been a storehouse for fruit.

Old husks still strewed the floor and the place smelt of apples.

Straw had been piled in corners for beds, and there was a rude table and a divan of boards covered with sheepskins.
'Where are we ?' I asked Hussin.
'In the house of the Master,' he said.