She heard the key turn in the lock and then his footsteps crossing the stone floor and walking up the stairs.
She could hardly believe that he had actually gone and had locked her in the dungeon. It must be some horrible dream that she could not awaken from.
Then there was a damp smell that was inescapable and she felt cold on her face and hands.
The ceiling in the dungeon was quite high and the arrow slits were at the very top of the walls, which, she told herself, must be at ground level.
For a moment she contemplated beating on the door and screaming. Then she knew that it would not only be undignified but useless.
From what she had seen of the Château, she was sure that the part where she was now imprisoned was at the back.
It was also beyond the stables where the Comte and Susi
