In the Rue du Coq, now almost empty, the two horsemen halted.
"We had better be journeying, Gawain. Guise's jewel will open the gates. In an hour's time all Paris will be on our trail."
"There is still that priest," said Champernoun doggedly. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were light and daring. Like all his countrymen, he was slow to kindle but slower to cool.
"In an hour, if we linger here, we shall be at his mercy. Let us head for the St. Antoine gate."