They got for themselves as guide, with some difficulty,
a dumb boy, and they came to the saint,
and watched there for one night, and were healed,
both the blind women and the dumb guide.
Then the boy told it to the sacristan,
and said, that he had never before been able to speak,
praying that they would sing the appointed hymn of praise.
About the same time a certain bondwoman was caught to be flogged
for some very slight fault, and lay in custody
to be severely flogged for it in the morning.
Then the whole night she kept awake, and with weeping cried
to the holy Swithhun, that he would help her, a poor wretch,
and through [the power of] God would deliver her from the cruel stripes.
When it dawned, and they began to sing lauds,
then suddenly the fetters round her feet fell from her,
and she ran to the church to the blessed saint,
with bound hands, as the saint willed,
and her lord came after her and loosed her hands,
and freed her at once for the honour of Saint Swithhun.
A certain thane lay a long time crippled by paralysis,
and could not move from his bed for many years.
Then said he that he desired to journey to Winchester
if only in his horse-litter, and pray for his healing.
While he was saying this to his servants and friends,
he was cured; but nevertheless he wended
to the holy saint, travelling on his feet,
foremost in that company during the whole journey,
and earnestly thanked the saint for his recovery.
Five and twenty men, diversely afflicted,
came to the saint, imploring their health;
some were blind, and some were halt,
some also deaf, and some dumb,
