earer our level, we can see some holes and caves scooped out of
the solid rock, through which the wind blows and shrieks eerily. As
these caves can only be reached by going through the castle, some of
the prisoners are kept here for safety. The windows have no glass.
They are merely holes in the rock, open to fog and snow and bitter
wind. Another hole in the cliff does duty for a chimney after a
fashion, but even if the prisoners are allowed to light a fire they
are scarcely any warmer, for the whole cave becomes filled with smoke.
And now we must flap our fancy wings still more vigorously, until
somehow we stand outside one of those prison holes, scooped out of the
cliff, and can look down and see what is to be seen inside it.

There is only one man in this particular prison cave, and what is he
doing? Is he moving about to keep himself warm? At first he seems to
be, for he walks from side to side without a moment's rest. Every now
and then he stretches his arm out of the window, apparently throwing
something away. He is certainly ill. His body and legs are badly
swollen, and there are great lumps in the places where his joints and
knuckles ought to be. Well then, if he is ill, why does he not lie
still in bed and rest and get well? For even in this wretched
cave-room there is something that looks like a bed in one corner. It
has no white sheets or soft blankets, but still it has four legs and a
sort of coverlet, and at least the prisoner could rest upon it, which
would be better for him than dancing about. Look again! The bed stands
under a gaping hole in the roof, and a stream of water is dripping
steadily down upon it. The coarse coverings must be soaked through
already, and the hard mattress too. It is really less like a bed than
a damp and nasty little pond. No wonder the prisoner does not choose
to lie there. But then, why not move the bed somewhere else? And what
is that round thing like a platter in his hand, and what is he doing
with it? Is he playing 'Turn the Trencher' to keep himself warm?

Look again! How could he move the bed? He is in a tiny cave, and all
its walls are leaky. The bed must stand in that particular corner
because there is nowhere else that it could be placed. Now look down
at the floor. Notice how uneven it is, and the big pools of water
standing on it, and then you will understand what the prisoner is
doing. Indeed he is not playing 'Turn the Trencher'; he is trying to
scoop up some of t