Queribus The hills steep, rocky, desolate The woman, men, children, on the run Simon de Montfort, and mercenaries hungry for loot, blood In the name of the Pope. Queribus a castle on the top of Earth, the evil earth And nearest to heaven This is where they run, cutting their skin on thorn on rock One last chance to hide, to be quiet, to find consolation With their parfaits, their priests. Holiday rentals | Art Workshops | The Mysteries of the Cathars | Minerve South France Guide