She glanced backwards over her shoulder as the Archbishop passed with his following of candles, and gave a little start.

Marcos was kneeling on the pavement behind her.

Sor Teresa was looking straight in front of her between the wings of her great cap.

It was hard to say whether she saw Juanita, or was aware that a man was kneeling immediately behind herself, almost on the hem of her flowing black robes--her own brother, Sarrion.
The procession moved away down the length of the great building and left darkness behind it.

Already there was a stir among the people, for it was late and many had come from a distance.
The great doors, rarely used, were slowly cast open and in the darkness the crowd surged forward.