Up to the threshold of the door there mounted a flight of 27 brought stairs hewn by some unknown art of the same black stone. This was the only entrance to the tower but many tall windows were cut with deep embraciers in the claiming walls. Far up they peered like little eyes in the sheer faces of the horns. At the foot of the stairs Gandalf and the king dismounted. I will go up, said Gandalf. I have been in Orthank and I know my peril