‘There are two of them, as far as I know. The first one ends up at a small door in the inner city wall, and this one’ – another line, now drawn to the east – ‘this one ends up next to the lake. Both of them give access to the basement of the White Hall, although the doors opening into the building are of course securely locked.’ ‘Locks that could withstand a little blast of magic?’ I said. She gave me that mischievous grin. ‘No.’
