"She had the iron that lifts the secret latch.

If you had kept your sword, Roman, it might perhaps have served, but that has gone also." "Break it down," said Marcus.

"Come, I will help." "Yes, yes, Roman, you will help to break down three feet of solid stone." Then began that hideous scene whereof something has been said.

Nehushta strove to reach the latch with her fingers.

Marcus, standing upon one foot, strove to shake the stone with his shoulder, the black, silent stone that never so much as stirred.