Thus refreshed, they again set forward, and halting a second time at Plas-Isaf, where similar religious ceremonies were observed, they rested for the day at a lodging prepared for their reception in the vicinity of Mold.
The night being passed in prayer, early in the morning they commenced their march in the same order as before.

When Viviana first set her feet to the ground, she felt as if she were treading on hot iron, and the pain was so excruciating, that she could not repress a cry.
"Heed not your sufferings, dear daughter," observed Garnet, compassionately; "the waters of the holy fountain will heal the wounds both of soul and body." Overcoming her agony by a powerful effort, she contrived to limp forward; and the whole party was soon after in motion.

Halting; for two hours at Pentre-Terfyn, and again at Skeviog, the train, towards evening, reached the summit of the hill overlooking Holywell, at the foot of which could be seen the ruins of Basingwerk Abbey, and the roof of the ancient chapel erected over the sacred spring.

At this sight, those who were foremost in the procession fell on their knees; and the horsemen dismounting, imitated their example.

An earnest supplication to Saint Winifred was then poured forth by Father Garnet, in which all the others joined, and a hymn in her honour chanted by the choristers.
Their devotions ended, the whole train arose, and walked slowly down the steep descent.