“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.

“I trust my servant was not rude,” he said. “Poor creature! Her twisted mind causes her to believe that all persons who do not dwell within our walls are evil and to be feared.”

As the monk spoke, he smiled in a kindly, friendly way, yet his keen eyes were appraising the two visitors. Though it was cold and windy on the door step, he did not hasten to invite Penny and Mr. Ayling inside. He stood holding the half-opened door in his hand.