“Before the cathedral they are erecting a bonfire on which to burn the witch....”
Freder said nothing. He bent down lower. The car groaned and leapt.
Josaphat buried his hand in Freder’s arm.
“Stop—for God’s sake!!!”
The car stopped.
“We must go to the left—don’t you see? The bridge has gone!”
“The next bridge?”
“Is impassable!”
“Listen....”
“What is there to hear—”