For at night they even raged, and leaped on the barriers with their forefeet, hearing mayhap the moving to and fro of men come sleeplessly up from the streets of the city beneath.
But here, within a long day's march of Thorn, I had come at once into a new world.

Slowly the night dragged on.

The candle guttered.

A draught of air blew fitfully through the corridor in which we lay.

It carried the flame of the candle in the opposite direction.