And as for the oxen, one of them looked east and one looked west across the wide fruitful country about the foot of the hill-city.  And one caught the first grey gleam, and the first rosy flush, and the first golden splendour of the sunrise; and the other was lit with the colour of the sunset long after the lowlands had faded away in the blue mist of the twilight.  Weary men and worn women looking up at them felt that a gladness and a glory and a deep peace had fallen on the life of toil. And then, when people began to understand, they said it was well that these mighty labourers, who had helped to build the house, should still find a place of service and honour in the house; and they remembered that the Master of the house had once been a Babe warmed in a manger by the breath of kine.  And at the thought of this men grew more pitiful to their cattle, and to the beasts in servitude, and to all dumb animals.  And that was one good fruit which sprang from the Prince Bishop's repentance.