On the way there and back, they had met perhaps fifty people--real ladies and gentlemen they were, too; and on the hillside of Jenne they had met a procession of women singing the litanies.

At Jenne he had heard the whole story.

One night the parish priest had dreamed that a globe of fire rested on the great cross planted on the summit of the hill; this blazing globe had set the cross itself on fire, and it was burning and glowing without being consumed, while all the mountains and the valley were illumined by it.

The next day there had appeared before him a young man, in the habit of a Benedictine lay-brother, who was the bearer of a letter to him.

This letter was from the Abbot of Santa Scolastica, and said: "I send you an angel whose fire burns clear, through whom Jenne will become renowned throughout the universe!" It was also written that this young man was, by birth, a mighty prince, of royal blood, but that in order to serve God, in all humility he had laboured as kitchen-gardener at Santa Scolastica for three years.