In fine weather it is pervaded by the scent of fields and woods, and winter wraps this high ground in a mantle of sadness and silence.

In those days, clothed in a royal cloak and wearing a crown, with her divine child in her arms, Notre-Dame de Bermont received the prayers and the offerings of young men and maidens.

She worked miracles.

Jeanne used to visit her with her sister Catherine and the boys and girls of the neighbourhood, or quite alone.

And as often as she could she lit a candle in honour of the heavenly lady.[183] [Footnote 181: _Trial_, vol.ii, p.