Chapter 179 No.179

270 Then, from a rusted iron hook,

A bunch of ponderous keys he took,

Lighted a torch, and Allan led

Through grated arch and passage dread.

Portals they passed, where, deep within,

275 Spoke prisoner's moan, and fetters' din;

Through rugged vaults, where, loosely stored,

Lay wheel, and ax, and headsman's sword,

And many an h