There might be ivy--or a faithful page with a rope ladder.

Have you a page at the Grange ?' 'There's two stable-boys,' said Lucy, 'but I don't think they're faithful, and I say, I think all this is much more magic than you think.' 'Of course I know it's magic,' said he impatiently; 'but it's quite real too.' 'Oh, it's real enough,' said she.
They leaned out of the window.

Alas, there was no ivy.

Their window was very high up, and the wall outside, when they touched it with their hand, felt smooth as glass.
'_That's_ no go,' said he, and the two leaned still farther out of the window looking down on the town.

There were strong towers and fine minarets and palaces, the palm trees and fountains and gardens.