Penny and Anne-Marie are orphans, among a smaller, larger band. As far back as they can remember they have always been together. Brother and sister by birth, or childhood friends, close neighbours? They don't even know anymore.

They look alike with the same dark hair; it is something widespread, and an angular face, which is perhaps due to misery alone. They ended up forgetting their parents but know that they grew up hand in hand.

They have found other comrades along the way but they two remain the head of the group. They act as paternal and maternal figures for others, even before collecting Cherub. Friends or siblings, all together stick together, and they, the two of them, share even closer ties.

There are weddings in the village, which they sometimes attend. People who have property can do that in church by paying the priest. They go there because the crowd keeps you warm and these wealthier people can leave a few coins. Sometimes also when times are really hard, the coins they can take without being given them directly... but it is better not to think about it too much, it gives them a bad conscience.

On these occasions the priest explains that the man will leave his father and his mother to attach himself to his wife. Yes but of them, father and mother left them a long time ago and they are attached to each other. It's a strange home, but they live in strange times anyway, with war, famine, epidemics.

It took outside forces to pull them apart to measure just how much.

There is something in their affection which was not confessable until now. Obscurely something tells them that it is not good. That it's not fair to the rest of the family. That they should see elsewhere. But having failed to lose each other shows them that they would know that they were separated. Never mind. Together they will stay. Angelot is like their child is still too small to leave them, even if it will come a day when he will really know how to stand on his own two feet.

Margot leaves them to unite her path with that of a stranger: it is thus and her happiness compensates for the sadness of parting. They mourn bitterly the disappearance of Girard.

But they always come back to each other. They can no longer deny their attachment: like Tristan and Yseult, they do not know what fate has been cast on them to make them love each other so much, no longer as brother and sister but as two fiancés, two lovers, two spouses.

If because of the sales pitches of the priest and the monks they are certain to go to Hell anyway for the thefts committed elsewhere, they have already lived through a Hell on this Earth anyway, so as much as they offer themselves as a bonus the little slice of heaven to make it worth it.