The church was empty, apart from the tall, bony priest in green chasuble muttering away in Latin in front of one of the side altars in the transept, and a blond boy in a white robe kneeling behind him while swinging a brass censer. He sometimes replied in Latin. On the altar lay an thick, open missal, and there was a small chalice, and a host. The priest knelt down for a moment, rose again, and continued mumbling away in Latin which he read out loud from the book. Then he took a part of the host and put it into his mouth, before drinking from the chalice. He turned to offer the other part of the host to the boy.