Despair was not a good companion for Benedict, it was a sentiment he was unused to. He thought back over how many times he had witnessed greed, seen the bishop exalt in power - all for self-gain and prosperity.
The horse and wagon plodded along in a random course and Benedict cared not.
Were all bishops the same? he wondered. Did the Church put itself before the base needs of those who needed help and to be saved? Where was God when called upon, where was God to right the wrongs? After the environs of Exeter were far behind, Benedict's simmering emotions finally erupted, he looked skywards to the heavens and dark clouds that rolled overhead and yelled in pent up frustration, anger and helplessness. "Where are you!"
Taking advantage from the respite in the weather to forage for food an
