Now come with me, lest your enemies imprison you again.' He took her to the cellar, locked the door, lighted a bit of candle, gave her a little wine, told her to wait there till he came, and went out the back way.
Swiftly he swung himself up into the dungeon.

Lina had done her part.
The place was swarming with creatures--animal forms wilder and more grotesque than ever ramped in nightmare dream.

Close by the hole, waiting his coming, her green eyes piercing the gulf below, Lina had but just laid herself down when he appeared.

All about the vault and up the slope of the rubbish heap lay and stood and squatted the forty-nine whose friendship Lina had conquered in the wood.

They all came crowding about Curdie.
He must get them into the cellar as quickly as ever he could.