If there were a door at this end of the passage, as surely there must be--who would make a passage and hang it so beautifully with lamps if it were to lead to nowhere ?--it was a door of which the handle was very difficult to find.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Hugh, half in despair, "what shall I do ?" "Kurroo--kurroorulloo," sounded the cock's crow.

"Try again," it seemed to say, encouragingly.

And at last Hugh's hand came in contact with a little round knob, and as he touched it, all at once everything about him was lighted up again with the same clear, lovely light coming from the thousands of lamps down the long corridor behind him.

But Hugh never turned to look at them--what he saw in front of him was so delightful and surprising.
The door had opened, Hugh found himself standing at the top of two or three steps, which apparently were the back approach to the strange long passage which he had entered from the tapestry room.

Outside it was light too, but not with the wonderful bright radiance that had streamed out from the castle at the other side.