Javert's face twisted into a snarl but said nothing. He dismounted and entered the castle, his clothes were dripping and he was mentally exhausted. He turned his back on Devia and ascended the steps to the bell tower. His room was the highest amongst all the other rooms, a passage accessed only by the rickety steps within the bell tower. He pulled off his shirt, wringing it and allowing the water to spatter on the wooden flooring. After he hung the shirt over the the chair and sat on his bed, cupping his chin in his hand.