"Guilty as charged; I can't stop thinking about you and I don't want to be away from you.  Desperate men do desperate things."  Friar Benson chuckled:  "Aye, sir ... aye.  We must stop here.  There are two boats at yonder river.  At the first boat, my brother monks will take your bags and put them in your room.  The second boat rowed by Brother Ken, who has taken a vow of complete silence, shall bring thee to the sacred place.  You shall see me here again tomorrow night to bring you back.  But you must go now if, while on the journey, ye shall see the sun set."  With that, a couple of Brother monks had already taken the bags and were carrying it back with them to their smaller vessels.<br/><br/>Drinian led Amora to their temporary riparian transportation; they were still a while off from the huge mountains the monks seemed to be rowing toward.  Boarding the smaller sail boat, indeed - the monk politely helped Amora on board, but said nothing.  Sitting together, the monk did make some gestures in which he pointed to the mountains and other wondrous sights to behold along the way.  Soon though, the hooded monk stopped pointing because he did not want to take away from the physical beauty of the suns glow on the water, or the beauty of the presence of young love.  So, he remained perfectly silent except for the noise the water made from the oar he used to row.  Drinian wondered if the kissing rule was still in effect on the ride to the sacred place.