Gabriel breathed with delight the air of the public streets.  He who had seen all the great capitals of Europe admired the streets of the ancient city after his long seclusion in the Cathedral.  They seemed to him very populous, and he felt the surprise that great modern improvements must cause to those used to a retired and sedentary life.

The balconies were hung with ancient tapestries and shawls from Manilla; the streets were covered with awnings, and the pavement spread thickly with sand, so that the eucharistic car should glide easily over the pointed cobble stones.

Up the hills the Custodia advanced laboriously, the men inside the car sweating and gasping.  Gabriel coughed, his spine aching with the enclosure in the movable prison, and the dignity of the march was disturbed by the words of command from the Canon Obrero, who, in scarlet robes with a staff in his hand, directed the procession, reproving the pilots and those who pushed the car inside for their jerky and irregular movements.

Apart from these discomforts, Gabriel was delighted with his extraordinary escapade through the town; he laughed, thinking what the crowd, kneeling in veneration, would have said had they known whose eyes were looking out at them from underneath the car.  No doubt many of those officials escorting God, in their white trousers, red coats, with swords by their sides and cocked hats would have news of his existence; they would surely have heard some one speak of him, and they probably kept his name in their memory as that of a social enemy.  And this reprobate, rejected by all, concealed in a hole in the Cathedral like those adventurous birds who rested in its vaultings, was the man who was guiding the footsteps of God through this most religious city!

A little after mid-day the Custodia returned to the Cathedral, passing in front of the Puerta del Mollete.  Gabriel saw the exterior walls hung with the famous tapestries.  As soon as the farewell hymns were ended the canons despoiled themselves quickly of their vestments, rushing to the door on their dismissal without saluting.  They were going to their dinners much later than usual, as this extraordinary day upset the even course of their lives.  The church, so noisy and illuminated in the morning, emptied itself rapidly, and silence and twilight once more reigned in it.

Esteban was furious when he saw Gabriel emerging from the eucharistic car.

“You will kill yourself, such work is not for you.  What caprice could have seized you?”

Gabriel laughed.  Yes, it was a caprice, but he did not repent of it.  He had taken a turn through the town without being seen, and he could give his brother sufficient for two days’ maintenance; he wished to work, not to be a heavy charge on him.

Wooden Staff was softened.

“You idiot, have I asked anything of you?  Do I want anything else but that you should live quietly and get better?”