The soldiers and Rick followed the tunnel to its end where there was a large cavern lit by several wall torches.

Rick grabbed one of the wall torches and they hurried up the stairs.

It was a large underground chamber lit by lanterns and wall torches.

When he had recovered a little he took his own brand and lit it from the wall torch.

A draft flickered around the wall torches as the door swung open.

She pointed to one of the wall torches.

They were beyond the last wall torch, and it was too dark to see anything but shadowy forms.

A guard stepped in and, his eyes focused on any spot other than the captive, lit the wall torch.

The light of the wall torches ran in her silvery hair.

The light of the wall torch spilled through the door and into the room, which was obviously no prison cell.