Heribert lay on a makeshift stretcher; brothers first approached to see their dead leader and pay their respects. Gradually they came from all corners of the region, including two of the wounded in combat. The atmosphere of grief for the fall of their leader was beyond consolation. Heribert's widow clung to one of her young children crying inconsolably while the older wandered disoriented. Amalric had been beside his old mentor with his tearful face. Teresa, Emil and Marcelo stood to one side in silence.
One of the guards who had been stationed to ensure that no other intruders were prowling hurried over and spoke to Sant Just.
“ A column of gendarmes is coming. Brother Ramón Berenguer is among them.”
After a quarter of an hour a dozen gendarmes on horseback actually approached led by a
