Suddenly, he recalled a part of the dream. He was walking through a black iron gate in an unfamiliar courtyard with aging trees. Feeling the brisk air along a lonely path scattered about with fallen leaves, he had the sense that he was at a monastery or on the grounds of an old churchyard in Scotland. The pathway was lined with deciduous trees weighed down with damp, heavy, golden and red autumn leaves. The scene was breathtaking. In the dream, Arthur paused to admire the view until his eyes noticed a statue standing larger than life in the middle of the courtyard. He thought it to be a sculpture of an apostle, as the figure wore a heavy robe and carried a cross. Saint Andrew came to his mind–the patron saint of Scotland.
Alesandra Weekley 