In a short time the strangers came near. The foremost of them was a
huge man who was bearded to the eyelids and who moved like a strong
wind. He opened the gate by removing a piece of wood wherewith it
was jammed, and he and his companions passed through, whereupon he
closed the gate and secured it. To this man, as being the eldest,
the Philosopher approached.
“I am about to breakfast,” said he, “and if you are hungry perhaps
you would like to eat with me.”
“Why not,” said the man, “for the person who would refuse a kind
invitation is a dog. These are my three sons and three of my
daughters, and we are all thankful to you.”
Saying this he sat down on the bank and his companions, placing
their pails behind them, did likewise. The Philosopher divided his
cake into eight pieces and gave one to each person.
“I am sorry it is so little,” said he.
“A gift,” said the bearded man, “is never little,” and he
courteously ate his piece in three bites although he could have
easily eaten it in one, and his children also.
“That was a good, satisfying cake,” said he when he had finished;
“it was well baked and well shared, but,” he continued, “I am in a
difficulty and maybe you could advise me what to do, sir?”
“What might be your trouble?” said the Philosopher.
“It is this,” said the man. “Every morning when we go out to milk
the cows the mother of my clann gives to each of us a parcel of
food so that we need not be any hungrier than we like; but now
we have had a good breakfast with you, what shall we do with the
food that we brought with us? The woman of the house would not be
pleased if we carried it back to her, and if we threw food away it
would be a sin. If it was not disrespectful to your breakfast the
boys and girls here might be able to get rid of it by eating it,
for, as you know, young people can always eat a bit more, no matter
how much they have already eaten.”
“It would surely be better to eat it than to waste it,” said the
Philosopher wistfully.
The young people produced large parcels of food from their pockets
and opened them, and the bearded man said, “I have a little one
myself also, and it would not be wasted if you were kind enough to
help me to eat it,” and he pulled out his parcel, which was twice
as big as any of the others.
He opened the parcel and handed the larger part of its contents to
the Philosopher; he then plunged a tin vessel into one of the milk
pails and set this also by the Philosopher, and, instantly, they
all began to eat with furious appetite.
When the meal was finished the Philosopher filled his tobacco pipe
and the bearded man and his three sons did likewise.
“Sir,” said the bearded man, “I would be glad to know why you are
travelling abroad so early in the morning, for, at this hour,
no one stirs but the sun and the birds and the folk who, like
ourselves, follow the cattle?”
“I will tell you that gladly,” said the Philosopher, “if you will
tell me your name.”
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