And, ere the sun had arisen the
next morning, the largest tent of all had been set in a place by
itself, ready to receive the sick.
Goldenday and his sister never reached the country where the images of
all the Ages are to be found. A chance of doing good met them on their
journey, and they said to each other, "It has been sent to us by God."
They turned aside that they might make it their own. They spent the
year in the deeds of mercy to which it called them among the
plague-stricken villagers.
It would take too long to tell all that this good Prince and his sister
achieved in that year. The village lay in a hollow among dense woods
and on the edge of a stagnant marsh. The Prince had the marsh drained
and the woods thinned. Every house in the village was thoroughly
repaired and cleaned. The sick people were taken up to the
tent-hospital and cared for until they got well. The men who had fled
returned. The terrified mothers ventured back. The sickness began to
slacken. In a few months it disappeared.
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