For now neither law nor justice was left and those killed who could and those died who must, unwept and unavenged.

Only certain travellers, flying they knew not whither, flying from doom to doom, eyed them with hate and loathing because of their companions.

Those who consorted with Jews must, they thought, be the enemies of every Christian soul.
Well was it for them perhaps that the early winter night was closing in when they reached the wonderful bridge of St.Benezet, now quite unguarded, since a worse foe reigned in Avignon than any that it could fear from without.

They crossed it, unnoted, for here none lingered in the gloom and rain save one poor woman, who called out to them that all she loved were dead and that she went to seek them.

Then, before they could interfere, she scrambled to the parapet of the bridge and with a wild cry leapt into the foaming waters that rushed beneath.
"God forgive and rest her!" muttered Hugh, crossing himself.