Baucis and Philemon
[[ NOTE: Rewritten Roman myth. I tried to write it in the "translated" style. ]]
On a hill in Phrygia stands a Linen and Oak tree intertwined and enclosed by a low wall. Nearby is a bog that used to be good, inhabitable land.
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They stepped wearily on the muddy path, the taller man leaning heavily on his staff. They had been searching all night in the rain for someone to take them in. It was the custom set up by the Gods that all people must allow any man to be generously relieved of travel if the traveler so desired. No man, woman, nor child this night had abided by this law, and the elder wayfarers were on the verge of collapse.
In almost complete despair, the travelers knocked upon the lopsided wooden door of a small meek house. The shuffling behind the door told them someone was coming, and soon the visitors were bathed in amicable light from the hearth, and the smell of sweet herbs filled their senses pleasantly.