No light fell through the windows of the Christian wall, which overlook the courtyard of the Belvedere.

The distant end of the Gallery, towards the Chiaramonti Museum, was shrouded in complete darkness.
Then, realising that he was in the very heart of the immense Vatican, Benedetto was seized with a terror mingled with awe.

He approached a great window, from whence he could see Castel Sant' Angelo and the innumerable tiny lights dotted over the lower city, while higher up, and more brilliant, those of the Quirinal shone against the horizon.

Not the sight of illumined Rome, but the sight of a low and narrow bench, running along below the cippi and the sarcophagi, calmed his spirit.
Then, in the dim light, he distinguished a canopy, which was already half demolished.

What could it mean?
Along the opposite wall ran a second bench, exactly like the first.