Grant pulled his horse up and stopped his troop. He and the man beside him looked at the stone buildings rearing over the six foot high stone wall encircling them. The Brothers had built several rods away from where Brother Amos had declared the old Institute had stood more than one thousand years ago. Even Venta had a wall around her place.
“I thought you said there was but two rudimentary buildings.” The man in the green robe and hat frowned at the scene in front of him.
“That was all they had built the last time I saw it,” Grant snapped. His orders were to make Beltran as rapidly as possible. There wasn"t time for a delay. It was either push on now or another night in Newton, something he did not relish. The place was devoid of decent drink and indecent women. Newton was doomed if Ben
