The families and dates represented were simply bewildering.

Often the name of Vissarion was given, and the inscription which it held I read through carefully, looking to find some enlightenment of any kind.

But all in vain: there was nothing to see in the church itself.

So I determined to visit the crypt.

I had no lantern or candle with me, so had to go back to the Castle to secure one.
It was strange, coming in from the sunlight, here overwhelming to one so recently accustomed to northern skies, to note the slender gleam of the lantern which I carried, and which I had lit inside the door.