Each side of the garden was completely screened off by an iron fence. The massive Temple doors stood at the top of a flight of steps, but there was no way through, nor at any of several smaller doors. Treasure and trinkets lay scattered among the ruined grounds. At one point, not far from where Farah stood waiting overhead, he found a dagger plate high up on a pillar.
He executed an upward wall run to latch onto it, and from there reached up to a niche in the pillar, dripping in bearded vegetation that he used to shimmy right around. A slender upright column stood between him and the walls to the castle building, and he was soon onto it and away, to snatch his blade at another dagger plate. From a side run off a shutter, he grasped a short pillar at a balcony edge, and stepped out on firm ground. A heavy door off his balcony was solidly shut. Farah drew her bow and shot an arrow to sever a rope attached to a hanging bell alongside. It clanged to the ground, its note resonating through the ruined courtyard. The Prince jumped across to where it lay at the foot of an alcove, but before he could examine it was beset by another invisible Chameleon, that grunted and wheezed menacingly. When he had seen it to oblivion the Prince turned to the heavy bell. He was beneath the hole Farah had spotted, and soon dragged the bell so that he could climb through. A dagger switch lay within, and he effortlessly set it to operation. Doors about the garden balconies slotted open, and Farah called across from one where she stood.
The courtyard was surrounded by high walls, and was empty but for twin ruined round towers that stood at one side. These gave no obvious means of ascent. Off a low block beside the bottomless pit the Prince judged a run around a curved wall could bring him to a projecting horizontal pole hanging over. This faced a dagger switch set into one of the towers, and its operation brought a stone block out of the ground in a corner behind the second tower. In no time he was up and around with a wall run to a wooden section midway up the first tower. A run over its curved wall let him catch to another horizontal pole. Turning about, he swung up to the broken wall of the tower top. A long and seemingly impossible leap brought him to a small shattered section of walkway close over the door where he entered the courtyard. He used a dagger plate above to run and jump out for a pole, and then a wooden spar. He caught his breath for a moment.
A covered balcony high alongside. A series of dagger plates were set around the walls of the courtyard enclosure. All doors, from the courtyard where the Sand Gate was, were closed. In one corner, two dagger plates were screened off, one above the other.
The Prince cleared pots from beneath, and judged them a little to high to reach. A heavy metal bell stood to one side. He dragged it over to the dagger plates, and soon hauled himself up to a small grassy platform. Farah emerged from a doorway. The levers were a series of capstans lit by burning braziers, such as he had used many times about the city. They were invariably useful, but he could not guess what action these might perform here. It appeared there was nothing else to be done; a dagger switch close by where he stood was too high out of reach. He dropped over a low wall under the dagger switch and clambered up to the nearest capstan. It stood alone beside the ruins of a round tower.
As he moved its handle, top sections of other round towers nearby began to rotate. Projecting platforms spun round as a turntable, facing to one another.