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CHAP. XII.
Ferdinand now hastened to the Castle in the wood, and knowing the way, he pierced through its intricacies that to a stranger seemed impassable, and in much less time than he expected was at the gates. He hastily pulled the bell, which, to his infinite vexation, broke off in his hand; for having been so long useless, it had been eaten out with rust, moved with difficulty the preceding day, and now, by a second pull, snapped to pieces. Exceedingly disconcerted, he began to apprehend that he should gain no entrance; fortunately the solitary man,
