“A drop of wine, noble Knight,” said the Seneschal.  “Take a cup to recruit you after your journey, and wash the dust from your throat.”

A long ride in full armour beneath the sun of Gascony made this no unacceptable proposal, but the probability that the wine might be drugged had been contemplated by Eustace, who had not only resolved to abstain himself, but had exacted the same promise from d’Aubricour, sorely against his will.

“We will spare your flasks till a time of need,” said Eustace, only accepting the basin of fair water presented to him to lave his hands.  “And now to the walls,” he added, after he had filled a cup with water from the pitcher and refreshed himself with it.  Gaston followed his example, not without a wistful look at the wine, and Sanchez was obliged to lead the way up a long flight of spiral steps to two other vaulted apartments, one over the other—­the lower destined for the sleeping chamber of the Knight and his Squire, the higher for such of the men-at-arms as could not find accommodation in the hall, or in the offices below.  Above this they came out on the lead-covered roof, surrounded with a high crenellated stone parapet, where two or three warders were stationed.  Still higher rose one small octagonal watch-tower, on the summit of which was planted a spear bearing St. George’s pennon, and by its side Sir Eustace now placed his own.

This done, Eustace could not help standing for a few moments to look forth upon the glorious expanse of country beneath him—­the rich fields and fair vineyards spreading far away to the west and north, with towns and villages here and there rising among them; while far away to the east, among higher hills, lay the French town of Carcassonne, a white mass, just discernible by the light of the setting sun; and the south was bounded by the peaks of the Pyrenees, amongst which lay all Eustace’s brightest recollections of novelty, adventure, and hopes of glory.

Descending the stairs once more, after traversing the hall, they found themselves in the kitchen, where a large supper was preparing.  Here, too, was the buttery, some other small chambers fit for storehouses, and some stalls for horses, all protected by the great bartizan at the foot of the stairs, which was capable of being defended even after the outer court was won.  By the time the new-comers had made themselves acquainted with these localities, the evening was fast closing in, and Sanchez pronounced that the Knight’s survey was concluded in good time for supper.

“I have not yet seen the vaults,” said Eustace.

“The vaults, Sir Knight! what would you see there, save a few rusted chains, and some whitened bones, that have been there ever since the days of the Count de Montfort and the heretic Albigenses!  They say that their accursed spirits haunt the place.”

“I have heard,” returned Sir Eustace, “that these Castles of Gascony are said to have secret passages communicating with their vaults, and I would willingly satisfy my own eyes that we are exposed to no such peril here.”