Before leaving Yelm, Bertha made a attempt of securing some money for her bakery. Champ did not reimburse her at all, perceiving that the fire was her fault. Bertha growled, threatened and even kicked dirt on the governor, but the moose did not relent. So finally, after three hours of debate, the wolf gave up and left the town. Despite her loses, she did not free Horatio, Phigaro, or Reiach. Bertha carried a heavy grudge against them, even though she was the one who ruined herself, but sin always blinds the true meaning of things. The road to Gosha would be a long one: about three months across rough and perilous terrain.
Bertha marched quickly through the woods and valleys. She would always say: HURRY UP, STOP SLACKING!, whenever the trio was lingering behind. Staying with her was tough, almost unbearable. Nevertheless, they stayed with her as God commanded them to do so.
Reiach was beginning to understand what Kleos meant by the pain Bertha was experiencing as they stopped one night to rest. The otter awoke to hear her crying in her sleep; it was the first time Reiach had ever seen her express some other emotion than anger. He wanted to wake her, but thought it wise to let this sleeping wolf rest or risk a immediate broken bone. He did pray beside her every night when she cried, asking God to touch her heart that she may be a believer.
One night, after praying, Rieach opened his eyes and was looking into the angry eyes of Bertha.
“What are you doing?” Bertha with a snap, “Get away from me!” Reiach quickly scurried over to Horatio and Phigaro.
“Let me tell you something right now,” she said looking over her shoulder, “You keep you ideas to yourself. You come close to me like that again and break every one of your necks.”
She went back to sleep without another word.
“I can't take this.” Phigaro said whispering to Rieach. “We're not chained. We can sneak off right now and abandon her. She doesn't care about us.”
“But God does.” said Horatio.
“Horaito, you're a new believer.” said Phigaro, “There are many things you don't understand.”
“So.” said the rooster astutely, “what does that have to do with anything? God told us to do something. He didn't say stop doing it when things got hard.” Phigaro was not persuaded and rolled his eyes.
“He has a point, Phigaro.” said Rieach.
“Kleos wanted all of us to stay with her.”
“I don't like it.” said the aye-aye.
“Neither do we.” said Reaich, “But lets just do what God says o.k.?” Phigaro disgruntled, walked over to his sleeping spot and plopped down.
“Fine,” he said curling up to sleep.
“ But God's going to have to help me. I can't bare Bertha alone.”
“He will,” said Reiach yawning, “He will.”
After a two months of travel and copious amounts of blisters, there appeared down in a valley an inhabited village. The air was slightly cooler, which told Bertha she was near Gosha, but before traveling on she decided it was good for all of them to rest for a few days. Before coming to the village a large, old crippled gorilla stopped them begging for money. He asked for gold, silver, or anything that could help him buy food at the village. “I don't have anything,” said Bertha walking off, “Lost it all in a fire.”
Horatio shook his head and so did Phigaro; but Reiach stepped forward and said.
“Silver and gold I have not, but this I will give what I do have. In the name of Glory rise up and walk!”
It was not Reiach nor the words, but God: the ligaments that were destroyed repaired and the old gorilla, with some help from the trio, stood to his feet in amazement. He didn't know who God was and didn't give the otter time to explain; he ran apace into the village, nearly knocking over Bertha. As the old gorilla ran into the village the other gorillas stopped and stared. The sight persuaded others to follow the old gorilla to an open shack. Inside the shack was the chief of the village. When he saw the old gorilla, he didn't believe his eyes, but his eyes were not lying to him.
“You're walking!?“ said the chief dumbfounded, “Who or what has done this?”
“Follow me and I'll show you.” said the old gorilla.
Making her way into the village, Bertha called out to see if anyone was there.
“Hey, anyone here!”
Suddenly the whole village appeared, running towards her like a crazed mob. Fearing for her life, she ran in to other direction grabbing Reiach, Horatio, and Phigaro into her arms. “Bertha, I didn't know you cared.” said Phigaro.
“I don't.” she said tucking the trio under her arms, “I just grabbed you to protect my property.”
The gorillas had caught up with her easily, surrounding them. The old gorilla was the first to step forward. He pointed at the bundle under Bertha's arm.
“You.” he said addressing Reiach, “You did this to me.”
“ No, not exactly,” said Reiach squirming from Bertha's arm, “I don't have the power to do such things, but God does.”
“Not this again,” Bertha said holding her ears as Horaito and Phigaro fell to the ground.
“What? Do want every creature to be a believer?”
“Uh huh.” said the otter with a smile.
The gorillas listened steadily to Reiach as he preached well into the night. For a week the trio answered questions and taught the village about the Holy One and in turn Bertha and her slaves received a grand dose of hospitality. They were feed like royalty, given balm for their blistered feet, and given provisions for the month's journey ahead.