“That is the door to the dungeons，” she would say， or “That passage leads to the principal torture chambers，” or “This was the old banqueting hall where my great.grandfather bade seven hundred nobles to a feast and killed them all before they had drunk their fill. They had had rebellious thoughts.”
They came at last into a hall larger and loftier than any they had yet seen. From its size and from the great doors at the far end， Digory thought that now at last they must be coming to the main entrance. In this he was quite right. The doors were dead black， either ebony or some black metal which is not found in our world. They were fastened with great bars， most of them too high to reach and all too heavy to lift. He wondered how they would get out.
The Queen let go of his hand and raised her arm. She drew herself up to her full height and stood rigid. Then she said something which they couldn’t understand （but it sounded horrid） and made an action as if she were throwing something towards the doors. And those high and heavy doors trembled for a second as if they were made of silk and then crumbled away till there was nothing left of them but a heap of dust on the threshold.
“Whew！” whistled Digory.