At a distance of a few yards
from where Nehushta had stopped stood an ancient gateway, unused save
at times by beggars who slept under it, which led nowhere, for the outer
arch of it was bricked up. Into this gateway Nehushta bore her mistress
unobserved, to find to her relief that it was quite untenanted, though
a still smouldering fire and a broken amphora containing clean water
showed her that folk had slept there who could find no better lodging.
So far so good; but here it would be scarcely safe to hide, as the
tenants or others might come back. Nehushta looked around. In the thick
wall was a little archway, beneath which commenced a stair. Setting
Rachel on the ground, she ran up it, lightly as a cat. At the top of
thirty steps, many of them broken, she found an old and massive door.
With a sigh of disappointment, the Libyan turned to descend again; then,
by an afterthought, pushed at the door. To her surprise it stirred.
Again she pushed, and it swung open. Within was a large chamber, lighted
by loopholes pierced in the thickness of the wall, for the use of
archers. Now, however, it served no military purpose, but was used as a
storehouse by a merchant of grain, for there in a corner lay a heap of
many measures of barley, and strewn about the floor were sacks of skin
and other articles.
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