Each year, pilgrims come to view the relics inside the dome of Aurbleu. The relics, the bones of a lesser known saint, are contained in a gleaming hexagonal structure with a gold crested dome crowned by a spire with a gold and crimson statue depicting the saint. Inside the chapel, the building is lined with stout arches along each of the six sides, whose collective bulk is balanced only by the impressive loftiness of the dome itself. The relic is contained behind a series of ornate wooden screens, which bear carvings that depict the life of the saint.
In one of the carvings, the saint is seen being led to a cliff. Contorted, expressionless figures with oversized geometric eyes point him to death. He falls and is carved in a peaceful mid-air gaze, confident in his serenity.
The carving ends and he is never recovered, but some centuries later, the bones of the saint appear in a village several miles to the south of the cliff. The saint’s remains, they claim, floated downstream, and the devout villagers came there to erect a shrine in the wake of his death. The competing shrines, each with their own pair of bones, are challenged by yet a third contender. In this story, the relics have been recovered by the saint’s followers and rather than being brought back to Aurbleu, they have taken him to the Saint’s birthplace. The church here is less ostentatious, but the bones are more or less the same.