LEAVING L EIPZIG WITH THE D OCTOR did not happen at any one particular moment – it was a ceremonial procession that extended over a day. Even after Jack and Eliza and Turk the Horse had located the Doctor's entourage, several hours of wandering around the town still awaited them: there was a mysterious call at the von Hacklheber factory, and a stop at the Nicolaikirche so that the Doctor could make devotions and take communion, and then it was over to the University (which like all else in Leipzig was small and serious as a pocket-pistol), where the Doctor simply sat in his carriage for half an hour, chatting with Eliza in French, which was the language he preferred for anything of a high-flown nature. Jack, restlessly circling the carriage – which was chocolate-brown, and painted all over with flowers – put his ear to the window once and heard them talking about some noble lady named Sophie, a second time, a few minutes later, it was dressmaking, then Catholic vs. Lutheran views on transubstantiation . . . Finally Jack pulled the door open. 'Pardon the interruption, but I had a notion to go on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, crawling there and back on my hands and knees, and wanted to make sure that it wouldn't delay our departure . . .'