Claudia frowns.
"Maybe a little. It was spooky. Part of the fun."
The round tower, built of rough-cut gray stone, looms above you as you reach the center of the monastery. Its entrance, an archway into darkness, is perhaps ten feet above the ground.
"They hid up there when the monastery came under attack from, y'know, Vikings and things. They'd ring the bell at the top and everyone would climb up the ladder. Last monk in would pull it up behind him, so the Vikings couldn't get up."
"Couldn't the Vikings have found a way up? It's not that far off the ground."
"Have you ever been up there?"
"I'm surprised this place doesn't get more tourists."
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