The young knight had been led down the same long passage he had walked through before; but instead of entering the chamber of horrors, they passed through the centre arch, and found themselves in another long, vaulted corridor, dimly lit by the glow of the outer one.

It was as cold and dismal a place, Sir Norman thought, as he had ever seen; and it had an odor damp and earthy, and of the grave.

It had two or three great, ponderous doors on either side, fastened with huge iron bolts; and before one of these his conductors paused.

Just as they did so, the glimmer of the dwarf's taper pierced the gloom, and the next moment, smiling from ear to ear, he was by their side.
"Down with the bars!" he cried.

"This is the one for him--the strongest and safest of them all.