He had been waiting close to it, and he passed out noiselessly.
In the two days, carrying goods through streets to market square and up to citadel and pausing at varying levels for breath and the prospect, I had learned this town well enough.

I knew where went the ascending and descending ways.

Now almost all lay asleep, antique, shaded, Moorish, still, under the stars.

The soldiery and the hidalgos, their officers, slept; only the sentinels waked before the citadel entry and on the town walls and by the three gates.

The town folk slept, all but the sick and the sorrowful and the careful and those who had work at dawn.