As much as Jack hated Leroy, he had to admit it was a hell of a thing to look at – so much so, that he regretted he hadn't arrived sooner, for he only caught the terminal quarter-hour of the ceremony. Then it all broke up. The color-bearers rode off toward their regimental headquarters in the territory outside of the city walls, and the nobility generally rode north over the Pont d'Arcole to the Right Bank where some went down in the direction of the Louvre and others went round back of the Hôtel de Ville toward the Place Royale and the Marais. One of the latter group was wearing an Admiral's hat and riding a white horse with pink eyes – a big one – apparently meant to be some sort of a war-horse.