Something creaked, and almost immediately I saw the flames of those tapers bend towards me, beaten over by the gust that smote them from the door.

Thus I surmised that Ramiro and his men had entered.

The soft fall of their feet; for they were treading lightly now, succeeded, and at last they came into view, shadowy at first, then sharply outlined as they approached the light.
A moment they stood in half-whispered conversation, their voices a mere boom of sound in which no word was to be distinguished.

Then I saw Ramiro suddenly step forward--I knew him by his great height--and drag away, even as I had done, the pall that hid the coffin.

Next he seized the bench and gave a brisk order to his men in a less cautious voice, so that I caught his words.
"Spread a cloak," said he, and, in obedience, the four that were with him took a cloak among them, each holding one of its corners.