The Heaven-bound one averted his gaze politely—not a thing to be done with ease, as he had the look of one who had never lost a staredown—and called to the one below, "O Father, I have spoke with them, and found that they are all Englishmen. Not French dragoons as we had first supposed." He then winked at Sword Boy—who, getting it, said, "Ah," then, " ’tis well—no fit place for an Engagement, this!" and then went on to maneuver past the humpback. A few moments later, the three Hell-bound could be heard bidding good day to the old pilgrim with the offensive politeness reserved for the mad.