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Nicless had gone to open it. There had been two knocks, and twice Master
Nicless had disappeared. Ursus, absorbed by his hundred-voiced
monologue, had not observed his absence.
On the mute call of Master Nicless, Ursus descended.
He approached the tavern-keeper. Ursus put his finger on his lips.
Master Nicless put his finger on his lips.
The two looked at each other thus.
Each seemed to say to the other, "We will talk, but we will hold our
tongues."
The tavern-keeper silently opened the door of the lower room of the
tavern. Master Nicless entered. Ursus entered. There was no one there
except these two. On the side looking on the street both doors and
window-shutters were closed.
The tavern-keeper pushed the door behind him, and shut it in the face of
the inquisitive Govicum.
Master Nicless placed the candle on the table.
A low whispering dialogue began.
"Master Ursus?"
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