Ambai took a deep breath and wiped her wet cheeks. "What's the use thinking about this now?" she whispered.
She placed all the books back on the shelf and sighed.
She walked over to the door with the lamp. Only then she realized that she did not know how to open the door. "Eh, maybe there would be some switch," she whispered and searched around. But there was none.
"Some strange engravings?" she whispered as she started sweating. The room was quite dark, even with the little lamp. And it was congested. She wiped her sweaty forehead.
"There must be a way out," Ambai mumbled. She patted down the wall; there was nothing special on it. She tapped the door again. Still, there was nothing.
"Maybe I can push it open," she whispered in panic. She put all her weight on her hand and started pushing. The huge wooden door did not budge.
