Grantaire does not have a bag. Nor does he have anything else that might be proper for an expedition, for the simple reason that he has not yet come into possession of the information that he is on one.

"For years," he remarks, "I sought wisdom through the good auspices of a bar; and how you all laughed at me! And here we are, the cafe's turned college after all. S'imbiber, that's to be soaked, from the Latin bibere, to drink, which then gave birth to the bibliotheque, otherwise known as a place where a man may get drunk on words."

And, suiting action to words, he takes a swig from his bottle, and regards the Labyrinth gate that it appears they are to voyage through with amiable placidity.