The fog lifted. The island was there. The visitor walked to the end of the disused pier and saw it across three miles of ocean, riding the sea like an overturned fishing boat. Morning sunlight moved along a keel of mountain, above valleys black as tarred boatsides.
He thought of Rome. Surprisingly, the Order itself had little descriptive information. In the Lungotevere Vaticano he had been handed an out-of-print book: Weir's Guide to Religious Monuments.