Blessèd Saint Joseph! How slowly they walked!
Nine
Ten
Eleven
The Knight gripped the cloak and moved a step further back into the shadow.
Twelve
Were all the pillars rocking? Was the great new Cathedral coming down upon his head?
Thirteen
The Prioress was beside him in the shadow.
She had stepped aside.
The twelfth White Lady was moving on, her back toward them.
The fourteenth was shuffling down, but had not yet appeared.