"You are right." Boyce agreed. "We'll stop at Gothal for a while. I must see if the Abbey Mother from the Abbey of Our Holy Saint Mariot, is still alive."
"Is it wise to do so?" Lloyd questioned. "I mean, she may now be a spy for Manguino."
"Lloyd, she believes in the same God as we do. She always has and she dislikes Manguino.
Lloyd sighed and soberly warned Boyce. "You'd better be right, Boyce.
We've come too far to be stopped now."
They rode some more and near the late afternoon of their fifth day out from Palatka, the two men spotted Gothal and its main, and most majestic monastery, the Abbey of Our Holy Saint Mariot.
It rose out of the ground like a living being. A refuge across the crystal River Clains, that crossed their path before them.
"There must have been rains here, recently." noted Lloyd. "The river has swelled some and is moving faster!"
"It's so lovely this way." was all that Boyce care to respond.
"That it is!"
They rode towards the river and slowly proceeded to cross it.