"Beneath thy feet."
"Beneath my feet?"
"It is the sepulchre of the royal dead."
"Of Cwichelm?"
"Even he."
"May I see it? the bale-fire blazes not, and it is cold waiting here."
"Come."
"Lead on, I follow."
She descended the sloping sides of the mound, he followed. At the base, amidst nettles and briars, was a rude but massive door. She drew forth a heavy key and opened it. She passed along a narrow passage undeterred by a singular earthy odour oppressive to the senses, and the Baron followed until he stood by her side, in a chamber excavated in the very core of the huge mound.
There, in the centre, was a large stone coffin, and within lay a giant skeleton.