"Yeah, I'm sure it was," Feuilly says. Rather firmly, over what Bossuet is (still) saying about women turning into cats (so awkward--of course one makes jokes but having it literally happen to one is so unnerving). "I'm sure that was a relief. So, uh. There was a castle?"

"Yes! With a choir--absolutely lovely, I have to say. Made me wish I had more of a voice myself, you know? Sort of wanted to join in. And they had some excellent pageantry in general, just the thing you want to see at a church festival--lots of incense, lights, music. Carrying around a spear and a cup and all that, which of course made a person think Oh, ha! When did I turn into Perceval, they'll be awfully disappointed that it's just us two."