his bodily health, and [recovery from] his crippledness.
He arose then in the morning, greatly rejoicing, loo
and with two crutches crept to Winchester,
and sought the saint even as it was told him,
praying for his health on bended knees.
Whereupon he was healed by the holy bishop,
so that thereafter it could not be seen on his back
where the hump had stood that had oppressed him till then.
At that time the monks knew not about the great saint,
and they weened that some other saint had healed the man,
but the churl said that Swithhun had healed him,
because he himself knew the most certainly about the matter.
A certain man was afflicted with a very bad disease,
so that he could with difficulty open his eyes,
and could hardly utter a single word,
but lay thus tormented, despairing of his life.
Then all his friends wished to carry him to the new minster,
to Saint Judoc, that he might give him health;
but some one told them that it would be better for them
to take the sick man to the old minster
to Swithhun's grave, and thereupon they did so.
Then that night they kept vigil at the grave with him,
praying Almighty God that He would grant
to the sick man his health, through Saint Swithhun.
The infirm man also watched until it was becoming day,
then he fell asleep, and the worshipful tomb,
as it seemed to them all, was all rocking,
and to the sick man it seemed as if some one was dragging
one of his shoes off his foot; and he suddenly awoke.
He was then healed by the holy Swithhun.
