"Papa, secret tunnel!"
After we were done with the history lesson, the Bishop brought me to the back of the house. It looked like an ordinary yard fenced with a stone cliff, but I knew there must be a path to the church somewhere. It wasn't on the cliff, however.
On one side of the yard, there was a clutter of mundane backyard stuff like a set of wooden picnic tables and chairs, as well as an outdoor stove that made me want to have a barbecue party. A few steps away, there was a well with a washing section attached to it, and when the Bishop led me there, I was like--no way...
Mm, yes way. The Bishop cranked a handle on the well, and the bottom of the washing box slid below the ground, revealing a stair leading to a stone corridor.
Oh, of course the hidden church would be hidden with tricks!
"Are you excited?" I looked at the boy whose drowsiness from the history lesson earlier had totally gone.
"Mm!"
