Lyle was first up to the gatehouse this morning. He was a good long while talking there, so our hopes were lifted with each passing minute. But at the last our expectations were dashed.
Lyle trudged back down the hill to rejoin us. He spoke to the widow first, telling her that all is not lost, and then gathered us all together and led us away from that spot.
He explained that we have to apply at another gate. And before we could protest, he added that we are promised that we will be all admitted.
He grinned at me and insisted it’s still not the way things should be.
After a long hike we arrived at another staging area.