In her hand She bore a golden wand.

Her hair was loose and flowed wildly upon her shoulders; Her eyes sparkled with terrific expression; and her whole Demeanour was calculated to inspire the beholder with awe and admiration.
'Follow me!' She said to the Monk in a low and solemn voice; 'All is ready!' His limbs trembled, while He obeyed her.

She led him through various narrow passages; and on every side as they past along, the beams of the Lamp displayed none but the most revolting objects; Skulls, Bones, Graves, and Images whose eyes seemed to glare on them with horror and surprize.

At length they reached a spacious Cavern, whose lofty roof the eye sought in vain to discover.

A profound obscurity hovered through the void.