Raoulin didn't say a word as he followed his father. Even though he had been to this garden almost every day of his life without ever seeing this staircase, he still didn't say anything.
He knew his father well. Even as his son, he didn't dare to take a single step out of line.
His father spoke when, and only when, he wanted to. No question, no words, no insult, could ever budge him from his own pace of doing things.
However, the more Raoulin saw, the more he found it difficult not to say a word.
The underground space was impossibly vast. At first, Raoulin thought that it must span at least the whole garden. Then he became certain that it spanned at least the whole Castle. But, by the end, he wasn't even certain if even the entire Royal City was as large as it.
