Farther on there were floors to lay, and I laid them, or fish-hooks to busk, and I busked them.

There were floors to be scrubbed, grime to be washed off windows, broken chairs and rotted beds to be carried off.

Perhaps once there were floors as well, but if so these had vanished, only the stone galleries and their balustrades remaining.

What had been designed back in what seemed like ancient times to be floors had become walls, and now they were floors again.

Inside were floors and pillars of milky white marble veined with gold; the rafters overhead were carved from the bone-pale trunks of weirwoods.

There were floors of colored marble, and ceilings of blue and gold, and columns of carved marble, and hangings of silk and velvet and silver.