" In a few moments the Prince had halted his party and unpacked his
stores, and was supplying the wants of the groups on the left. Before
an hour was past he had brought light into their faces by his words of
cheer, and, with his sister and his servants, was on his way to the
plague-stricken village.
Most pitiable was the scene which awaited him there. People were
really dying in the streets, as he had been told. Some were already
dead. A mother had died in front of her cottage, and her little
children sat crying beside her body. Another, with a look of despair
in her eyes, sat rocking the dead body of the child. The men seemed to
have fled.
The Prince's plans were soon formed. He had stores enough to last his
party and himself for a year. He would share these with the villagers
as far as they would go. He had tents also for the journey. He would
use these for a home to his own party and for hospitals for the sick.
Before the sun had set, the tents for his own party were erected on a
breezy height outside the village.
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