fixed upon the sleeping child, and a smile passed over her face. She pointed to the lad.
The old man nodded. "He brought me here," he said gently. Then he got to his feet. "You must sleep now," he added, and he gave her a cordial. "I must go forth and save the sick."
"Is it a plague?" she asked.
He nodded. "They said you would not come to save them," she continued reproachfully. "You came to me because I was your Malise, only for that?"
"No, no," he answered; "I knew not who you were. I came to save a mother to her child."
"Thank God, my father," she said.
With a happy smile she hid her face in the pillow. At last, leaving her and the child asleep, old Felion went forth into the little city, and the people flocked to him, and for many days he came and went ceaselessly. And once more he saved the city, and the people blessed him: and the years go on.
