Yolanda veiled herself before passing under the gate and hastened, though without conspicuous speed, toward the castle.
I afterward learned that there was but one entrance to the castle from the town.

It was known as the Postern, though it had a portcullis and a drawbridge spanning the moat.

To the Postern the duke took his way, as we could see at intervals by looking down cross streets.

Yolanda did not follow him.

She held her course down a narrow street flanked by overhanging eaves.