For we were so deep under the hill whereon it was set that the angle of perspective of the Carpathian mountains was far below it.

We saw it in all its grandeur, perched a thousand feet on the summit of a sheer precipice, and with seemingly a great gap between it and the steep of the adjacent mountain on any side.

There was something wild and uncanny about the place.

We could hear the distant howling of wolves.

They were far off, but the sound, even though coming muffled through the deadening snowfall, was full of terror.