As we hastily gathered the essentials for our journey to West Fort, it became apparent that Isaac would be our guide and protector on this perilous trek. Sister Mary made the difficult decision to remain behind with the elderly, infants, and injured residents of the orphanage, determined to ensure their safety and well-being despite the imminent danger.
With heavy hearts and a sense of foreboding weighing upon us, we bid farewell to Sister Mary and the others, knowing that they would face their own trials in the days to come. As we prepared to depart, Isaac stepped forward, his presence a source of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us.
With his guidance, we gathered our belongings and set out on the road to West Fort, our footsteps echoing in the silence of the deserted village. Though the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, we drew strength from Isaac's leadership and the knowledge that we carried the hopes and dreams of our community with us on our journey.
After a challenging journey spanning 15 days, we finally arrived in Lisbon, the fortified town of Espona. Its appearance was reminiscent of early medieval times, with sturdy stone walls encircling the bustling streets filled with people going about their daily lives. Despite the looming threat of war, the town seemed alive with activity, a beacon of resilience in troubled times.
As we approached the gates, the guards halted our progress, their suspicious eyes scrutinizing Isaac with keen interest. After a brief interrogation, they reluctantly allowed us to pass, their wary glances following us as we entered the town.
Inside Lisbon, we found a stark division between the higher and lower echelons of society. The affluent districts boasted grandiose buildings and opulent residences, while the lower districts were crowded and dilapidated, with poverty and hardship etched into every corner.
Our orphanage, a large wooden structure in a state of disrepair, stood amidst the lower district. Despite its size, it was clear that the building had seen better days, its weathered exterior a reflection of the struggles faced by its inhabitants.
As we settled into our new surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The priest who oversaw the orphanage appeared less than benevolent, his stern demeanor and calculating gaze casting a shadow over our fragile sense of security. In this unfamiliar town, surrounded by uncertainty and distrust, we would need to tread carefully if we were to find our place amidst the shifting dynamics of Lisbon's divided society.