It was followed instantly by a hubbub far down the Rue St.Honore and a glare kindled where that street joined the Rue d'Arbre Sec.
"That way lies the Admiral," Gaspard cried.

"I go to him," and he clapped spurs to his horse.
But as his beast leapt forward another sound broke out, coming apparently from above their heads.

It was the clanging of a great bell.
There is no music so dominant as bells.

Their voice occupies sky as well as earth, and they overwhelm the senses, so that a man's blood must keep pace with their beat.

They can suit every part, jangling in wild joy, or copying the slow pace of sorrow, or pealing in ordered rhythm, blithe but with a warning of mortality in their cadence.