James Turner stared at me, seeming to ponder my words, then sighed and said, 

“Alright, if I can't help you escape right now, I need to hide you, at least until I can retake the castle.” 

He tightened his grip on my hand and ran with me down another corridor. We reached a door, which he quickly opened. We descended a dimly lit stone staircase, continuing for a few more meters until we arrived at a spacious area, better illuminated by torches on the walls. It was a circular ...