Because she was sure that it was the only protection that might help her now, she ran as quickly as she could down the twisting staircase of the tower.
She then found her way with some difficulty to the Armoury.
It was on the other side of the Château and, while some of the rooms were lit by gas, the oldest part had either oil lamps or candles.
When she came to the end of a long passage, where the candles were in sconces, there was only darkness and she realised that she would have to carry one with her.
It was the only light available to guide her the rest of the way to the Armoury.
To her relief the door was not locked and she walked in, feeling the cold from the unplastered walls and aware that it was what the children would have called ‘creepy’ because the ceiling was so high and
