It was locked.

A voice answered his knock, and he called out his name.

The bolt shot back, the door opened, and he stepped in.

Nawadlook stood at her bedroom door, a gun in her hands.
Keok faced him, holding grimly to a long knife, and between them, staring white-faced at him as he entered, was Mary Standish.

She came forward to meet him, and he heard a whisper from Nawadlook, and saw Keok follow her swiftly through the door into the other room.
Mary Standish held out her hands to him a little blindly, and the tremble in her throat and the look in her eyes betrayed the struggle she was making to keep from breaking down and crying out in gladness at his coming.