Up ahead, an old church appeared. Two steepled towers rose on either side of a small sanctuary with arched windows and a massive wooden door. Merrick nudged the stallion, anxious to pass by and flee the perilous city, when the door flew open and a small child darted out. "Ayudenos, por favor!" he shouted. The boy, with black hair flopping, could have been no more than six or seven years old. He rushed toward the horse, arms flailing, repeating the same phrase, "Ayudenos, por favor!"
"What is he saying?" Charlisse placed her hand on Merrick's and pulled back on the reins. The horse slowed.
"He's asking for help."
"Then we shall help him." Charlisse turned her head. "Stop the horse at once."
Merrick sighed and eased the horse to a halt as a group of children crowded the open door of the church.
"I must get you to safety immediately," he whispered with urgency.
"But look at all the children. They need us."