<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The evening following the meeting with Vencel, Bridget wakes in her small cottage. She emerges from the pile of furs in her chambers to find Elisabeth and Sheherazina busy about setting things up in a neat and orderly manner in the main room of the cottage. The two women have apparently eaten and buzz about as a pleased looking Father Jacobus remains seated, sipping wine. Occasionally he intervenes to help translate since Elisabeth cannot speak Latin. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The three of them together in the small cottage room look warm and inviting, and Bridget cannot help but join them directly, brimming with hope for the coming future. Bridget sees that Elisabeth has purchased Sheherazina more appropriate clothing (http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/126408421_a141d82186.jpg) as she was directed, and Sheherazina now wears it, still looking a bit bruised but much better and less timid than the previous evening.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Approaching lightly, Bridget takes Sheherazina by the shoulders and offers her a light kiss on her cheek and the greeting “Sister” in Latin. “You look much warmer now, more comfortable” Bridget says, happy with both her lady and the purchase she has made for Sheherazina. Sherherazina smiles and thanks Bridget for her hospitality. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Turning to Elisabeth, Bridget says “I will wash briefly now, but I would like to visit Gellert Hill in Buda tonight, can you see that Sheherazina and Father are ready to travel? You may come as well if you like.” Turning to Sheherazina, Bridget says “We cannot leave so holy a site unvisited. Come with me to the shrine. We might both pray there together a while.” Withdrawing from the others, Bridget makes her brief ablutions with some warm water set aside in a pitcher and a large mouthed bowl set out for this purpose. Dry and clean, she returns to the central room where Sheherazina has gotten into a new cloak (http://www.costumes.org/History/quicherat/Bourgeoise.JPG), though one of rather coarse and rough woolen fabric, it will no doubt keep her warm.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Slipping into her own cloak, Bridget draws to the front of the small group of pilgrims and following the road running up from the taban, the four set out for Gellert Hill. Jacobus and Elisabeth linger a fair bit behind Bridget and Sheherazina, carrying small torches that nonetheless flicker with and dance with fire against the darkness of the night. Bridget’s pace is not slow but careful and she sidesteps street debris and detritus every now and again, and is careful to avoid the gutters. The smell of tanning hangs in the air of this region, but as the group moves toward the river, the air clears a bit. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The ascent up Gellert Hill is not too steep, but the four do stop on occasion, allowing the trio who still breathe to catch their breath. Bridget looks over the environs of the hill, eager to see the shrine and kneel in worship there. At the peak of the hill Bridget is not disappointed as there is a small stone cross set within a small stone structure, perhaps three feet high. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Nearly ecstatic, Bridget falls to her knees before the cross and she begins to pray, asking for St Gellert’s blessing for her coming journey and for the safety of herself and her traveling companions. Slipping into the memory of her evenings of prayer at the nunnery, Bridget slips into an easy and automatic recitation of holy words and prayers of supplication, and she remains kneeling and prayerful for an hour before her nearly meditative state is slightly interrupted by the sound of her traveling companions withdrawing and moving back toward the warmth of the cottage. She is glad for them as it has become quite chill, and kneeling in the dew-covered grass, her robes have become damp so that if she could, she would shiver in the cold. But fearing no ill effects of the inclement weather, Bridget redoubles her prayers and reinserts her mind into the litany she has been reciting.</span>