CHAPTER TWELVE“This is where we rest for the night,” Alec said, shouting above the noise of the wind.
A moment later they both reined in their horses at a small rough wooden hut erected in the shadow of a huge grey mountain rock.
Breathless and stiff from hard riding, Vivian then slipped off her horse’s back and followed Alec in through the doorway.
By the fireplace was a plenteous supply of fuel and it took Alec but a few moments to get a good fire blazing.
“This hut belongs to the Monastery,” Alec explained, as Vivian expressed her surprise that it was so clean, tidy and convenient for travellers. “Every few days one of the Monks comes here to see that everything is in readiness and to invoke a Blessing on any travellers it may shelter wherever they may be journeying.”
“I call that
