He closed the door quickly and bolted it with two heavy bolts.
A profound mistrust possessed him suddenly.

Why did the witches quarrel about letting him sleep here?
And what meant that stare of the girl as if she wanted to impress his features for ever in her mind?
His own nervousness alarmed him.

He seemed to himself to be removed very far from mankind.
He examined his room.

It was not very high, just high enough to take the bed which stood under an enormous baldaquin-like canopy from which fell heavy curtains at foot and head; a bed certainly worthy of an archbishop.
There was a heavy table carved all round the edges, some arm-chairs of enormous weight like the spoils of a grandee's palace; a tall shallow wardrobe placed against the wall and with double doors.

He tried them.
Locked.