It would mean death to you both.

The Castle of Kajana tells no secrets of those who die within its walls, or of those cast headlong into its waters and forgotten." Again I turned to Elma, who stood in anxious wonder of the subject of our conversation, and had suddenly taken the old nun's hand and kissed it affectionately, perhaps in order to show me that she trusted her.
Then upon the paper I wrote-- "Is the Baron Oberg your uncle ?" She shook her head in the negative, showing that the dreaded Governor-General of Finland had only acted a part towards her in which she had been compelled to concur.
"Who is Philip Hornby ?" I inquired, writing rapidly.
"My friend--at least, I believe so." Friend! And I had all along believed him to be an adventurer and an enemy! "Why did he go to Leghorn ?" I asked.
"For a secret purpose.

There was a plot to kill you, only I managed to thwart them," were the words she printed with much labor.
"Then I owe my life to you," I wrote.

"And in return I will do my utmost to rescue you from here, if you do not fear to place yourself in my hands." And to this she replied-- "I shall be thankful, for I cannot bear this awful place longer.

I believe they must torture the women here.