The lad took Rheinfrid by the hand and led him through the streets till they came to the ruins.  Only one beautiful sculptured arch was left standing, but Rheinfrid had never seen it before.  They passed through and stood among a litter of stones, tumbled drums of pillars and fragments of carved mouldings and capitals.  Rheinfrid recognised the spot.  The land was the same, and the river, and the far hills, but nearly all the forest had been cleared, and the Abbey had vanished. What had happened to him and to them?