I must descend alone into these Caverns: Wait here, and if any one approaches, warn me by your voice; But as you value your existence, presume not to follow me.

Your life would fall a victim to your imprudent curiosity.' Thus saying She advanced towards the Sepulchre, still holding her Lamp in one hand, and her little Basket in the other.

She touched the door: It turned slowly upon its grating hinges, and a narrow winding staircase of black marble presented itself to her eyes.

She descended it.

Ambrosio remained above, watching the faint beams of the Lamp as they still proceeded up the stairs.