"Look out!" she said; "look out! there are two steps down."
"Thank you," said Gerald, rubbing his knee at the bottom of the steps. "We found that out for ourselves."
"I'm sorry," said the Princess, "but you can't have hurt yourselves much. Go straight on. There aren't any more steps."
They went straight on—in the dark.
"When you come to the door just turn the handle and go in. Then stand still till I find the matches. I know where they are."
"Did they have matches a hundred years ago?" asked Jimmy.
"I meant the tinder-box," said the Princess quickly. "We always called it the matches. Don't you? Here, let me go first."
She did, and when they had reached the door she was waiting for them with a candle in her hand. She thrust it on Gerald.
"Hold it steady," she said, and undid the shutters of a long window, so that first a yellow streak and then a blazing great oblong of light flashed at them and the room was full of sunshine.
"It makes the candle look quite silly," said Jimmy.
"So it does," said the Princess, and blew out the candle. Then she took the key from the outside of the door, put it in the inside keyhole, and turned it.
The room they were in was small and high. Its domed ceiling was of deep blue with gold
