The procession wove its way through the city’s snaking streets, swaying with each step. The sonorous chant of the marchers announced their approach, giving everyone along their route time to bar their doors and windows. During previous dirge walks, the zealots had grown so frenzied that they had stormed people’s house and torn them apart searching for the blighted. The civil guard had tried to break up the marchers early on. But once sympathies for their activities spread to the constabulary and several opponents of their activities were brutally assaulted, nothing was done and the citizenry became silent and afraid.