He had never before bothered to find out where the famous apostle of Valencia was entombed....

He recalled suddenly a strophe of the songs of praise that the devotees of his land used to sing before the altars of this saint.
Sure enough he had gone to die in "Vannes, in Brittainy,"-- a mere geographical name which until then had lacked any significance for him....

And so this lad was from Vannes?
Nothing more was needed to make Caragol regard him with the respect due to one born in a miraculous country.
He made him describe many times the tomb of the saint, the only one in the transept of the cathedral, the moth-eaten tapestries that perpetuated his miracles, the silver bust which guarded his heart....
Furthermore, the principal portal of Vannes was called the gate of St.
Vicente and recollections of the saint were still alive in their chronicles.
Caragol proposed to visit this city also when the ship should return to Brest.

Brittainy must be very holy ground, the holiest in the world, since the miracle-working Valencian, after traversing so many nations, had wished to die there.
It, therefore, did not produce the slightest astonishment that this slip of a boy who had been picked up at Dixmude covered with wounds, was now showing himself sane and vigorous....

On board the _Mare Nostrum_ he was the head gunner.