The good Cure found her there.

He had not heart to bid her go home, and he made it clear to the villagers that he approved of her great kindness.

But he bade her mother also come, and she stayed in a tent near by.
Lagroin and two hundred men held the encampment, and every night the recruits arrived from the village, drilled as before, and waited for the fell disease to pass.

No one knew its exact nature, but now and again, in long years, some one going to Dalgrothe Mountain was seized by it, and died, or was left stricken with a great loss of the senses, or the limbs.

Yet once or twice, they said, men had come up from it no worse at all.