For now all the gloom had rolled away, the sun shone out and a fresh and pleasant wind blew from the sea toward the land.
So, at last, passing many sad and strange scenes that need not be described, they came safely to the steps of the ambassador's beautiful house which was quite uninjured.

Here they found several of his servants wringing their hands and weeping, for word had been brought to them that he was dead.

Also in the hall they were met by another woe, for there on a couch lay stretched the Lady Carleon smitten with some dread sickness which caused blood to flow from her mouth and ears.

A physician was bending over her, for by good fortune one had been found.
Sir Geoffrey asked him what ailed his wife.

He answered that he did not know, having never seen the like till that morning, when he had been called in to attend three such cases in houses far apart, whereof one died within ten minutes of being struck.
Just then Lady Carleon's senses returned, and opening her eyes she saw Sir Geoffrey, whom they had laid down upon another couch close to her.
"Oh, they told me that you were dead, husband," she said, "crushed or swallowed in the earthquake! But I thank God they lied.