In far better state of preservation was the central building with gabled roof and tall hooded chimneys. However, front steps long since had fallen away from the entrance doorway. Bridging the gap was a short ladder.
“What a place!” commented Mr. Ayling offering Penny his hand to help her across. “Looks as if it might cave in any day.”
The visitors found themselves facing a weather-beaten but beautifully carved wooden doorway. Before they could knock, it opened on squeaky hinges.
A woman with heavily lined face, who wore a gray gown and white lace cap, peered out at them.
“Go away!” she murmured in a stage whisper. “Go quickly!”
“Julia!” said a voice directly behind her.
The woman whirled around and cringed as a brown-robed monk took her firmly by the arm.
“Go and light a fire in the parlor, Julia,” her master directed. “I will greet our guests.”
“Yes, Father Benedict,” the woman muttered, scurrying away.
The master now turned apologetically to the visitors.