midnight
He should have to pay for it with three hundred , and he should not enter into Paradise until he had celebrated in his own chapel these three hundred Christmas masses in the presence of all those who had sinned with him and by his fault ... ... And now this is the true legend of Dom Balaguère as it is related in the olive country . At the present time the château of Trinquelague no longer exists , but the chapel still stands on the top of Mount Ventoux , amid a cluster of green oaks . Its decayed door rattles in the wind , and its threshold is choked up with vegetation ; there are birds ' nests at the corners of the altar , and in the recesses of the lofty windows , from which the stained glass has long ago disappeared . It seems , however , that every year at Christmas , a supernatural light wanders amid these ruins , and the peasants , in going to the masses and to the midnight repasts , see this phantom of a chapel illuminated by invisible tapers that burn in the open air , even in snow and wind . You may laugh at it if you like , but a vine-dresser of the place , named Garrigue , doubtless a descendant of Garrigou , declared to me that one Christmas night , when he was a little tipsy , he lost his way on the hill of Trinquelague ; and this is what he saw ... . Till eleven o'clock , nothing . All was silent , motionless , inanimate .