So he bade them farewell until they met in heaven, which, he added, doubtless would be soon.
The evening drew on.

Wearily enough they had trudged round the great Roche des Doms, looking up at the huge palace of the Pope, where the fires burned night and day and the guards watched at the shut gates, that forbidden palace into which no man might enter.

Leaving it, they struck down a street that was new to them, which led toward their borrowed dwelling of the Bride's Tower.

This street was very empty save for a few miserable creatures, some of whom lay dead or dying in the gutters.

Others lurked about in doorways or behind the pillars of gates, probably for no good purpose.