Finally, the clothes were dry. Now I felt normal in my own clothes and not cowering under a blanket. Yet, the rain had not stopped. It had been 3 days struggling through the storm to find a sanctuary from the storm. The monastery with it’s famed libray had been visible for the 3 days. A speck that grew painfully and slowly from a speck to a magnificant building. There was no way you could sneak up on it across the treeless and wide glacier carved valley. For 2 days the clothes hung in front of a roaring fire. Still, the rain fell, sometimes slowly then heavy and fast. Yet no break in the cloud. I did not feel like leaving the monastery if it just stopped. That would just be the Gods luring me out to drown me yet again. I wanted to see the sun again, before I left. Now I was clothed I felt normal again.

So I moved from the cloister and the view of the rain soaked valley.  I followed the corridor through the guest quarters then along the covered walkway dissecting an inner courtyard. On the far side was the monastery proper. A novice monk stopped me. I explained that I would like to speak with the librarian. I declined to say what I wanted. I did not want to share my quest with everyone. Just keep it on a need-to-know basis.

I had wasted 2 days while my clothes dried. I could not enter a library in a blanket. That would have been sacrilegious.  Now perhaps I could find an answer to the clues I had received in the letter from my lost aunt. The answers to questions about the history, geography, religion and reality of this world. Which then will enable me to find the treasure that my dying aunt hinted at.