The stranger turned round and replied gently, “Ah! You know?—”
“Yes.”
“I was sent away from the other inn.”
“And you are to be turned out of this one.”
“Where would you have me go?”
“Elsewhere.”
The man took his stick and his knapsack and departed.
As he went out, some children who had followed him from the Cross of Colbas, and who seemed to be lying in wait for him, threw stones at him. He retraced his steps in anger, and threatened them with his stick: the children dispersed like a flock of birds.
He passed before the prison. At the door hung an iron chain attached to a bell. He rang.
The wicket opened.