Along gloomy passages.
Cleg nodded. He was willing to sleep in a vault amongst skulls and crossbones, with a reliable up-to-time ghost thrown in, for a pound a week.
"I will now show you my own bedroom," he said.
The General opened the locks of the doors leading into the house with the same precise caution, and with some additional secrecy as well. But even in this the General behaved with a gentlemanly reticence.
"You will observe," he said, "that I do not for the present make you free of the passwords of the fortress. That in time will doubtless come; but in the meantime you will consider me as the governor of the castle, with discipline to maintain and my own secrets to keep.
"Your nerves are strong, I trust?" he added, as they passed along gloomy passages through which the winds blew gustily as in some cave of the winds.
"I'm no feared, gin that's what ye mean. I dinna ken aught aboot nerves," said Cleg.
The General led him sideways down a flight of steps like one that goes stealthily into a cellar.
They stopped before a door of massive iron painted red as a ship is before she is launched, and with the boltheads neatly picked out in white.