Jack turned away and walked back across the Pont-Neuf toward his entresol in the Marais. He tried to stare only at the stone paving-blocks below his feet, but sometimes there were moving creatures trapped in them, too. So he would look up and see peddlers selling human heads – then avert his gaze into the bright sky and see an angel with a flaming sword, like a kienspan, bearing down on the city – then he'd try to concentrate instead on the carved gods' heads that adorned the Pont-Neuf, and they would come alive, and cry out to him for release from this gibbet of stone.