And now he was at the door of one who without doubt would die there soon for the Faith that they both professed.
The Prior turned sharply round.
"You!" he said, "I had forgotten: you must wait here till I call you in." There was a sounding of an opening door above; the Prior went up and forward, leaving him standing there; the door closed, but not before Chris had caught a glimpse of a vaulted roof; and then the warder stood by him again, waiting with his keys in his hand..