Amy 's hat , full of flowers and ferns , was found in the Lady 's Walk , as the little terrace is called , but no other trace appeared , and Helen hurried to and fro in great distress , fearing all manner of dangers . Meanwhile Amy , having explored every other part of the castle , went to take another look at the Tun , the dwarf , and the vaults . Now little Anderl , her guide , had a great fear of ghosts , and legions were said to haunt the ruins after nightfall , so when Amy rambled on deeper and deeper into the gloom the boy 's courage ebbed away with every step ; yet he was ashamed to own his fear , seeing that she had none . Amy wanted to see a certain cell , where a nun was said to have pined to death because she would not listen to the Margraf 's love . The legend pleased the romantic girl , and forgetful of waning daylight , gathering damps , and Anderl 's reluctant service , she ran on , up steps and down , delighted with little arched doors , rusty chains on the walls , glimpses of sky through shattered roofs , and all manner of mysterious nooks and corners . Coming at last to a narrow cell , with a stone table , and heavy bolts on the old door , she felt sure this was poor Elfrida 's prison , and called Anderl to come on with his candle , for the boy had lighted one , for his own comfort rather than hers . Her call was unanswered , and glancing back , she saw the candle placed on the ground , but no Anderl . `` Little coward , he has run away , '' she said , laughing ; and having satisfied her curiosity , turned to retrace her steps , -- no easy task to one ignorant of the way , for vault after vault opened on both sides , and no path was discernible . In vain she tried to recall some landmark , the gloom had deepened and nothing was clear . On she hurried , but found no opening , and really frightened , stopped at last , calling the boy in a voice that woke a hundred echoes . But Anderl had fled home , thinking the lady would find her way back , and preferring to lose his kreutzers to seeing a ghost . Poor Amy 's bewilderment and alarm increased with every moment 's delay , and hoping to come out somewhere , she ran on till a misstep jostled the candle from her hand and extinguished it . Left in the dark , her courage deserted her , and she screamed desperately , like a lost child , and was fast getting into a state of frantic terror , when the sound of an approaching step reassured her . Holding her breath , she heard a quick tread drawing nearer , as if guided by her cries , and , straining her eyes , she caught the outline of a man 's figure in the gloom . A sensation of intense joy rushed over her , and she was about to spring forward , when she remembered that as she could speak no German how could she explain her plight to the stranger , if he understood neither French nor English ? Fear took possession of her at the thought of meeting some rough peasant , or some rollicking student , to whom she could make no intelligible appeal or explanation . Crouching close against the wall , she stood mute till the figure was very near . She was in the shadow of an angle , and the man paused , as if looking for the person who called for help . `` Who is lost here ? '' said a clear voice , in German .
XXXXX shrunk closer to the wall , fearing to speak , for the voice was that of a young man , and a low laugh followed the words , as if the speaker found the situation amusing .
Amy Anderl French Helen Left Margraf damps daylight fro kreutzers