'To the dungeons with them! We will find a way, tomorrow, to make them speak.

For without doubt they can tell us where to find the lost half of It.' A wall of scarlet and white and steel and gold closed up round the children and hurried them away among the many pillars of the great hall.
As they went they heard the voices of the courtiers loud in horror.
'You've done it this time,' said Cyril with extreme bitterness.
'Oh, it will come right.

It MUST.

It always does,' said Anthea desperately.
They could not see where they were going, because the guard surrounded them so closely, but the ground under their feet, smooth marble at first, grew rougher like stone, then it was loose earth and sand, and they felt the night air.

Then there was more stone, and steps down.
'It's my belief we really ARE going to the deepest dungeon below the castle moat this time,' said Cyril.
And they were.