She knew that Jacques was the last hope for the survival of religious people. After 17 non-stop hours of walking she saw a small wooden house with a porch, garden, small animal pen a dog sleeping at the door and light in the house.
She was confused maybe thinking it was the wrong mountain. She knocked on the door waking the small black Labrador puppy that greeted her warmly. After a a few seconds a young man wearing suspenders, a white shirt and a red jacket that had some muddy stains on it greeted her.