The April sun was shining brightly when the convent gates closed behind Kuni.

The lindens in the square were already putting forth young leaves, the birds were singing, and her heart swelled more joyously than it had done for many years.
True, the cough which had tormented her all winter attacked her in the shady cloister, but she had learned to use her wooden foot, and with a cane in one hand and her little bundle in the other she moved sturdily on.

After making her pilgrimage to Compostella, she intended to seek her old employer, Loni.

Perhaps he could give her a place as crier, or if the cough prevented that, in collecting the money or training the children.

He was a kind-hearted man.