"...In the middle of the night, the Lord sent an angel to appear in a radiant dream and commanded him to build a church here. Auber was troubled by doubt and dared not agree.
"The next night, the angel came again and spoke as before. He thought it was merely a coincidence and still did not believe.
"On the third night, the angel touched his forehead with a finger. He woke at once, feeling pain. When he touched the spot, he found a hole. Then he understood that the Lord's will was clear, and he dared not delay."
Raymond turned the book around and showed the illustration to the girl across from him, who had been somewhat distracted. The richly colored, finely detailed picture soon caught her attention again.
"When the church was completed, a clear spring burst forth. Those who drank from it recovered from their injuries and illnesses. That is the story of Bishop Auber building Spring Mountain Church.
"Even today, more than two hundred years after Auber's soul ascended to Heaven, Spring Mountain remains one of the most popular destinations for pilgrims. Every brother traveling to the Holy City considers taking a slight detour, if circumstances permit, to obtain some of its spring water."
"Have you ever been there?" The girl looked up. The movement made Raymond realize she seemed a little taller than he remembered. Sitting down, she could almost meet his gaze; she was nearly as tall as his eyebrows.
"Oh, of course not. Usually, only the most outstanding people have the chance to be recommended for further study in the Holy City. It's a long way away." He felt no particular regret. He knew those people were the best of their generation, and some might even have the chance to inherit a Bishop's Double-Peaked