The castle door
When the carriage stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to help me to get out. Again I could not help noticing his how enormously strong he was. His hand seemed like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had wanted to. He took my luggage, and placed it on the ground beside me. I was standing close to a great door, old and studded with large iron nails, inside a projecting doorway of massive stone. I could see even in the dim light that the stone was covered in carvings, but that the carving had been almost worn away by time and weather. As I stood by the door, the driver jumped into his seat again and shook the reins. The horses started forward, and the carriage disappeared down one of the dark openings.