The young priest, ordained not too long ago, finally arrived at his destination. The gates were closed, as they were supposed to be at such hours, and as the young portuguese priest walked calmly out of the morning mist to the solid wooden doors, the bells high on the towers rung their melody. Three times he knocked before the small lid was opened and eyes looked outside. - Who comes there? - a voice inquired from within. - A young servant of the Almighty seeking the knowledge of the Brotherhood. - Leopoldo replied. moments later he heard the distinct metallic sound of locks being opened, and the squeak of the door turning in its hinges.