There is a fire-place for you, and a mark in the chimney-back of five hundred Christmas logs.

Doubtless this great stone pavement of a floor was carpeted with straw at these banquets, after the illustrious Becket's pattern.

Here is a memento of the feast hanging up at the top of the kitchenward door;--a pair of roughly-forged, rusty handcuffs amalgamated into one pair of jaws, like a musk-rat trap.

What was the use of that thing, conductor?
"That, sir, they put the 'ands in of them as shirked and didn't drink up all the wine as was poured into their cups, and there they made them stand on tiptoe up against that door, sir, before all the company, sir, until they was ashamed of theirselves." Descend into the kitchen, all scarred with the tremendous cookery of ages.

Here they roasted bullocks whole, and just back in that dark vault with a slit or two in it for the light, they killed and dressed them.
There are the relics of the shambles.