ABOUT THE BOOK
Word got out how wonderful life was in Kyrre, and more people came. More farms were developed where new farmers grew food to feed the people. Everything was picturesque and peaceful. It was a safe place to raise a family. Everyone worked together and respected each other. They enjoyed the view from the cliff looking over the ocean so much that they set aside a field there where families could gather. Stonecutters cut stairs into the side of the cliff so the people could walk down to the beach below. From the ocean side there were two ways into the town —these stairs or a road at the end of the cliff 550 feet down the coast.
One day, a miner found some gold. Two of the monks heard about it and wanted some to decorate the new chapel that had just been built. It was not too long until the king himself heard about it as well. The king asked for some in tribute, but he received little. The two monks liked the way the gold looked in their new chapel and wanted more for the chapel and themselves. The tribute to the king became smaller. The king asked again for more in tribute, and again did not receive much because it was the monks who were in charge of sending tribute to the king. One night, one of the monks had a dream that a child with a birthmark would save the community. He did not think much of it, but he told the other monks about it. No one thought their tranquility would be shattered.
