PLACES IN TIME
Guilhem was always astonished by Notre Dame des Tables. It was halfway between the shapes of the Christian lands he knew best and the lands of the Moslem world. It dominated the square, not just though its size, but through its strange mixture of round and square and columned, and because people thronged around it in a very precise manner. They ebbed and flowed like the tide. Pilgrims went in one door, those with business flowed around them. If one watched, one could see the world happen.
“I’m hungry,” said a voice at his elbow.
Guilhem looked at Fiz and wondered why he had brought him. This boy was nothing but complaints. “Stay close inside the church,” was all he said.
They avoided the pilgrims and the nave, crossing only where they had to. Guilhem headed straight for
