One, two, three!' The stone was heaved up.

It swung up on a creaking, unwilling hinge, and showed a growing oblong of dazzling daylight; and it fell back with a bang against something that kept it upright.

Every one climbed out, but there was not room for every one to stand comfortably in the little paved house where they found themselves, so when the Phoenix had fluttered up from the darkness they let the stone down, and it closed like a trap-door, as indeed it was.
You can have no idea how dusty and dirty the children were.

Fortunately there was no one to see them but each other.

The place they were in was a little shrine, built on the side of a road that went winding up through yellow-green fields to the topless tower.