Really shook his head. “It would be easier if we had a light up there.”

“You run the risk of sending the letter on fire,” James reminded him.

Ridley sighed. I think I can manage,” he replied.

He pulled out another arrow, wrapped it and a clock that he pulled from a pouch attached to his quiver– Cerys surmised that the cloth had been soaked in some kind of oil, even though she could not smell it, for it easily took flame when Ridley placed it inside one of the lantern. At last, he notched the arrow and took aim.
When loosed, the arrow shed the darkness around it, and illuminated the ceiling above them. He had angled it differently than the first arrow, and now that there was light, Cerys could see that there was a platform above them. The arrow bounced off the ceiling and landed next to the first arrow, setting its wooden shaft aflame, and lighting the location of the ladder above. It was not entirely easy to see, but at least now they knew where it was, and Cerys supposed that it was a wood and rope ladder. It must have been wrapped up, held loosely, awaiting something that would knock it out of place so that it could dangle down.
Though he seemed to dislike the thought if using so many arrows, Ridley pulled yet another one from his quiver and aimed it at the ladder. Whatever had been holding it in place was knocked loose, and it came tumbling down.