I took my pipe and strolled along the river bank.

What had I stumbled into?
Here was an old inn, with rather a feudal air; but it was only one in a thousand; a common feature throughout the Continent.

And yet, why had the gods, when they cast out Hebe, chosen this particular inn for her mortal residence?
The pipe solves many riddles, and then, sometimes, it creates a density.

I put my pipe into my pocket and cogitated.

Gretchen had brought about a new order of things.