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A few days later Martin sat on the bank of the river at Lavacol. There the pilgrims were dancing and splashing in the water. For the pilgrims this was the last time to wash up and clean your body until you reached the holy city. All the pilgrims, static, to complete their pilgrimage! Martin was glad he left the mountain. He didn’t want to be joined my company again. But he did want to know that we were ok. He is sweet that way, always caring. Martin got a letter from Father Gregory! He said that Sir Robert has been weakened by a hunting accident and that we must speed home to them and once we do, there would be huge celebrations!
Thomas was healing, although he lost all sense of urgency. My day began with mass and ended with work in the sun and laundry. One morning I realized I could be a nun. Thomas was well enough that we decided to leave the mountain. While we walked we stopped at the Lavacol to get washed up before entering the city. As we came into the town we noticed the cathedral towers, huge. Growing over the stonewalls and slate roof was green moss. The streets were so crowed with people selling all sorts of things! There were people selling souvenirs, beads and scallop shells of all kind! Thomas asked me if we should get something. I laughed not thinking he was serious. Before we knew what was going on we were swept into a tunnel for pilgrims. There where so many bodies. Crowding the walkway. I wanted to keep close to Thomas to protect him but before I knew it he was wept away into the sea of people. I prayed for me to come out alive and for Thomas to be kept on his feet and for him to be ok. Finally I got out into the daylight. I could see Thomas kneeling down and holding the ankles of a stone saint. His forehead was resting on the damp granite. All the sins were gone. I was so relieved to see him alive. I closed my eyes and looked up to the sky taking a deep breath in of the salty air. When I opened my eyes I saw Thomas turned toward me reaching out with both hands. He had a scallop shell dangling in one hand.
Now comes our journey back home, Ramsay.
Love always,
Elenor
Thomas was healing, although he lost all sense of urgency. My day began with mass and ended with work in the sun and laundry. One morning I realized I could be a nun. Thomas was well enough that we decided to leave the mountain. While we walked we stopped at the Lavacol to get washed up before entering the city. As we came into the town we noticed the cathedral towers, huge. Growing over the stonewalls and slate roof was green moss. The streets were so crowed with people selling all sorts of things! There were people selling souvenirs, beads and scallop shells of all kind! Thomas asked me if we should get something. I laughed not thinking he was serious. Before we knew what was going on we were swept into a tunnel for pilgrims. There where so many bodies. Crowding the walkway. I wanted to keep close to Thomas to protect him but before I knew it he was wept away into the sea of people. I prayed for me to come out alive and for Thomas to be kept on his feet and for him to be ok. Finally I got out into the daylight. I could see Thomas kneeling down and holding the ankles of a stone saint. His forehead was resting on the damp granite. All the sins were gone. I was so relieved to see him alive. I closed my eyes and looked up to the sky taking a deep breath in of the salty air. When I opened my eyes I saw Thomas turned toward me reaching out with both hands. He had a scallop shell dangling in one hand.
Now comes our journey back home, Ramsay.
Love always,
Elenor