Below them were fields and orchards, all bare boughs and brown furrows, and little houses and gardens.

The shrine was a kind of tiny chapel with no front wall--just a place for people to stop and rest in and wish to be good.

So the Phoenix told them.

There was an image that had once been brightly coloured, but the rain and snow had beaten in through the open front of the shrine, and the poor image was dull and weather-stained.

Under it was written: 'St Jean de Luz.