Doubtless it was from one of these that Bertric had seen the smoke from the sea, though there was none now.

From the hill and down the valley across the space between the huts ran a little brook, crossed in two or three places by wandering paths, some with a stepping stone, and others with only a muddy jumping place.

The stream was dammed into a deep, stone-walled pool in the midst of the space, and close to the brink of this stood a tall, black stone cross, which was carved most wonderfully with interlacing patterns, and had a circle round its arms.
We saw no men at first.

Pigs there were, fat and contented, which rooted idly or wallowed along the stream, and fowls strolled among the huts.

I saw one peer into an open door, raise one claw slowly as if she was going in, and then turn and fly, cackling wildly, as if some inmate had thrown something at her.
"That is brother Fergus," said our guide.