"That is the best part of it," said he; and he kept tasting it until he had finished it. At length the saint came back, and said-- "I only want the heart. All the rest you may have, only give me that." Then Brother Merry took his knife and fork, and turned the lamb about as if he would have found the heart, but of course he could not discover it. At last he said, in a careless manner-- "It is not here." "Not there? Where should it be, then?" said the saint. "That I don't know," said Merry; "but now I think of it, what a couple of fools we are to look for the heart of a lamb. A lamb, you know, has not got a heart." "What?" said the saint; "that's news, indeed. Why, every beast has a heart, and why should not the lamb have one as well as the rest of them?" "No, certainly, comrade, a lamb has no heart. Only reflect, and it will occur to you that it really has not." "Well," replied his companion, "it is quite sufficient. There is no heart there, so I need none of the lamb. You may eat it all." "Well, what I cannot eat I'll put in my knapsack," said Brother Merry. Then he ate some, and disposed of the rest as he had said. Now, as they continued their journey, the saint contrived that a great stream should flow right across their path, so that they must be obliged to ford it. Then said he-- "Go you first." "No," answered Brother Merry; "go you first," thinking that if the water were too deep he would stay on the bank where he was. However, the saint waded through, and the water only reached to his knees; but when Brother Merry ventured, the stream seemed suddenly to increase in depth, and he was soon up to his neck in the water. "Help me, comrade," he cried. "Will you confess," said the saint, "that you ate the lamb's heart?" The soldier still denied it, and the water got still deeper, until it reached his mouth. Then the saint said again-- "Will you confess, then, that you ate the lamb's heart?" Brother Merry still denied what he had done, and as the saint did not wish to let him drown he helped him out of his danger. They journeyed on until they came to a kingdom where they heard that the king's daughter lay dangerously ill. "Holloa! brother," said the soldier, "here's a catch for us. If we can only cure her we shall be made for ever." The saint, however, was not quick enough for Brother Merry. "Come, Brother Heart," said the soldier, "put your best foot forward, so that we may come in at the right time." But the saint went still slower, though his companion kept pushing and driving him, till at last they heard that the princess was dead. "This comes of your creeping so," said the soldier. "Now be still," said the saint, "for I can do more than make the sick whole; I can bring the dead to life again." "If that's true," said Brother Merry, "you must at least earn half the kingdom for us."