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The
Thursday
when
he
was
due
to
meet
Gonzales
,
Rambert
went
to
the
porch
of
the
cathedral
,
five
minutes
before
eight
o
’
clock
.
The
air
was
still
quite
cool
.
Little
round
white
clouds
were
travelling
across
the
sky
which
would
shortly
be
swallowed
up
by
the
heat
.
A
vague
scent
of
humidity
was
still
rising
from
the
lawns
,
dry
as
they
were
.
The
sun
,
rising
behind
the
houses
in
the
East
,
only
warmed
Joan
of
Arc
’
s
fully
gilded
helmet
which
decorated
the
square
.
A
clock
struck
eight
.
Rambert
walked
back
and
forth
a
little
under
the
empty
porch
.
Faint
sounds
of
chanting
were
emerging
from
within
,
mixed
with
old
perfumes
of
cellars
and
incense
.
Suddenly
,
the
singing
stopped
.
A
dozen
small
black
shapes
came
out
of
the
church
and
began
to
trot
along
in
the
direction
of
the
town
.
Rambert
was
starting
to
get
impatient
.
Other
black
forms
were
walking
up
the
broad
stairways
towards
the
porch
.
He
lit
a
cigarette
,
then
thought
that
perhaps
this
was
not
the
proper
place
for
it
.
At
quarter
past
eight
the
cathedral
organ
started
to
play
softly
.
Rambert
went
into
the
dark
vault
.
After
a
moment
,
he
could
make
out
in
the
nave
the
black
shapes
that
had
gone
in
ahead
of
him
.
They
were
all
gathered
in
one
corner
around
a
sort
of
improvised
altar
on
which
someone
had
set
up
a
statue
of
Saint
Roch
,
hastily
carved
in
one
of
the
town
workshops
.
Kneeling
down
,
they
seemed
still
more
hunched
and
shrivelled
up
,
lost
in
the
semi
-
darkness
like
pieces
of
coagulated
shadow
,
scarcely
more
substantial
here
and
there
than
the
mist
in
which
they
hovered
.
Above
them
the
organ
played
endless
variations
.
As
Rambert
came
out
Gonzales
was
already
going
back
down
the
stairway
towards
the
town
.
"
I
thought
you
’
d
gone
,
"
he
told
the
journalist
.
"
It
’
s
normal
.
"
He
explained
that
he
had
been
expecting
his
friends
at
another
meeting
-
place
,
not
far
away
,
where
he
had
arranged
to
meet
them
at
ten
to
eight
.
He
had
waited
for
twenty
minutes
,
in
vain
.
"
There
’
s
some
problem
,
that
’
s
for
sure
.
Things
don
’
t
always
go
smoothly
in
our
line
of
work
.
"
He
suggested
another
rendezvous
,
the
next
day
at
the
same
time
in
front
of
the
war
memorial
.
Rambert
sighed
and
pushed
back
his
hat
.
"
It
’
s
nothing
,
"
Gonzales
assured
him
.
"
Think
of
all
the
moves
,
crosses
and
passes
that
have
to
be
made
before
you
score
a
goal
.
"
"
Of
course
,
"
Rambert
agreed
.
"
But
a
match
only
lasts
an
hour
and
a
half
