Menestheus son of Peteos was dismayed when he saw them, for it was against his part of the
wall that they came-- bringing destruction with them; he looked along the
wall for some chieftain to support his comrades and saw the two Ajaxes, men ever eager for the fray, and Teucer, who had just come from his tent, standing near them; but he could not make his voice heard by shouting to them, so great an uproar was there from crashing shields and helmets and the battering of gates with a din which reached the skies.
But in the round keep, a shape only seen in the most ancient castles the chambers excavated in the thickness of the
walls and buttresses the difficulty by which access is gained from one story to those above it, Coningsburgh still retains the simplicity of its origin, and shows by what slow degrees man proceeded from occupying such rude and inconvenient lodgings, as were afforded by the galleries of the Castle of Mousa, to the more splendid accommodations of the Norman castles, with all their stern and Gothic graces.
The impossible means the stone
wall! What stone
wall?
Once, at midnight, they were awakened by a shrill scream from beyond the great
wall. It was very high at first, descending gradually until it ended in a series of dismal moans.
The city
wall appeared to be about thirty feet in height, its plastered expanse unbroken except by occasional embrasures.
The Persian and Raoul could retreat no farther and flattened themselves against the
wall, not knowing what was going to happen because of that incomprehensible head of fire, and especially now, because of the more intense, swarming, living, "numerous" sound, for the sound was certainly made up of hundreds of little sounds that moved in the darkness, under the fiery face.
Cautiously opening the gate the fellow peered carefully along the
wall upon the outside in the direction from which he had come.
The foremost guardsman made a vicious lunge for my side with his hook after the three of them had backed me against the
wall, but as I sidestepped and raised my arm his weapon but grazed my side, passing into a rack of javelins, where it became entangled.
Finding it useless to speak to her, he touched her (with a strange sensation of shrinking in him as he did it), and pointed to the partition
wall.
So to him the entrance of the cave was a wall--a
wall of light.
"Rest your brains and do not worry about the
wall," replied the Woodman.
a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the
wall, and warm her fingers by it.