Every approach is covered by artillery.
The sun was rising as the Sarrions' carriage slowly climbed the incline and clanked across the double drawbridges into the city.

In the Plaza de la Constitucion, the centre of the town, troops of hopeful dogs followed each other from dust heap to dust heap, but seemed to find little of succulence, whilst what they did find appeared to bring on a sudden and violent indisposition.

Perro gazed at them sadly from the carriage window remembering perhaps his own dust heap days.
The Sarrions had no house in Pampeluna.

Unlike the majority of the Navarrese nobles they lived in their country house which was only twenty miles away.

They made use of the hotel in the corner of the Plaza de la Constitucion when business or war happened to call them to Pampeluna.
They went there now and took their morning coffee.
"Two months," said Sarrion, warming himself at the stove in their simply furnished sitting-room.