Spike was about to ask Ember what this was all about, but she descended before the words could escape his lips. Spike followed closely behind as Ember stood between two great stone doors to the central bailey. Though, to his surprise, the whole keep was deathly silent, like a grave monument, his awe mingled with a degree of unease. Into the depths of the keep, they plunged; high walls towered each side of them, leading to twisting steps so wide they could fit thirteen of them abreast. Yet the silence was the only constant. 