“Good idea,” said Anna. “Dame Beverly, will you take the lead?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” she replied. Taking the lantern in her left hand, while keeping her sword at the ready in her right, she moved slowly down the hallway. The structure looked very old, its bricks placed with incredible artistry. Each stone seemed to fit perfectly in the complex arrangement that made up the walls.
They didn’t have to go far before they found a small chamber and a dead end. The room was small, no more than a foot’s length wider than the corridor, with rings set into the wall. Beverly’s first inclination was to think of a jail cell, but she quickly dismissed that thought. The rings were wooden and would be easy to break, plus there were no bars to restrict a prisoner. She swung the lantern around the room,
