He waited a long time before the heavy doors were at length opened.

The horse passed timorously within, with jerking ears and a distended nostril, looking from side to side.

He glanced curiously at the shadowy forms of two women who held the door, and leant their whole weight against it to close it again as soon as possible.
Sarrion dismounted, and drew the bridle through a ring and hook attached to the wall just inside the gates.

No one spoke.

The two nuns noiselessly replaced the heavy bolts.