Hardly had this thought crossed his mind when he heard the robber riding up, swearing at something. When the godson heard this, he thought:
'No evil and no good can befall me from any one but from God.'
And he went to meet the robber. He saw the robber was not alone, but behind him on the saddle sat another man, gagged, and bound hand and foot. The man was doing nothing, but the robber was abusing him violently. The godson went up and stood in front of the horse.
'Where are you taking this man?' he asked.
'Into the forest,' replied the robber. 'He is a merchant's son, and will not tell me where his father's money is hidden. I am going to flog him till he tells me.'
And the robber spurred on his horse, but the godson caught hold of his bridle, and would not let him pass.
'Let this man go!' he said.
The robber grew angry, and raised his arm to strike.
'Would you like a taste of what I am going to give this man? Have I not promised to kill you? Let go!'
The godson was not afraid.
'You shall not go,' said he. 'I do not fear you. I fear no one but God, and He wills that I should not let you pass. Set this man free!'
The robber frowned, and snatching out his knife, cut the ropes with which the merchant's son was bound, and set him free.
'Get away both of you,' he said, 'and beware hour you cross my path again.'
The merchant's son jumped down and ran away. The robber was about to ride on, but the godson stopped him again, and again spoke to him about giving up his evil life. The robber heard him to the end in silence, and then rode away without a word.
The next morning the godson went to water his stumps and lo! the second stump was sprouting. A second young apple-tree had begun to grow.
XIII
Another ten years had gone by. The godson was sitting quietly one day, desiring nothing, fearing nothing, and with a heart full of joy.
'What blessings God showers on men!' thought he. 'Yet how needlessly they torment themselves. What prevents them from living happily?'
And remembering all the evil in men, and the troubles they bring upon themselves, his heart filled with pity.
'It is wrong of me to live as I do,' he said to himself. 'I must go and teach others what I have myself learnt.'
Hardly had he thought this, when he heard the robber approaching. He let him pass, thinking:
'It is no good talking to him, he will not understand.'
That was his first thought, but ho changed his mind and went out into the road. He saw that the robber was gloomy, and was riding with downcast eyes. The godson looked at him, pitied him, and running up to him laid his hand upon his knee.
'Brother, dear,' said he, 'have some pity on your own soul! In you lives the spirit of God. You suffer, and torment others, and lay up more and more suffering for the future. Yet God loves you, and has prepared such blessings for you. Do not ruin yourself utterly.
Change your life!'
The robber frowned and turned away.
'Leave me alone!' said he.
But the godson held the robber still faster, and began to weep.
Then the robber lifted his eyes and looked at the godson. He looked at him for a long time, and alighting from his horse, fell on his knees at the godson's feet.
'You have overcome me, old man,' said he. 'For twenty years I have resisted you, but now you have conquered me. Do what you will with me, for I have no more power over myself. When you first tried to persuade me, it only angered me more. Only when you hid yourself from men did I begin to consider your words: for I saw then that you asked nothing of them for yourself. Since that day I have brought food for you, hanging it upon the tree.'
Then the godson remembered that the woman got her table clean only after she had rinsed her cloth. In the same way, it was only when he ceased caring about himself, and cleansed his own heart, that he was able to cleanse the hearts of others.
The robber went on.
'When I saw that you did not fear death, my heart turned.'
Then the godson remembered that the wheel-wrights could not bend the rims until they had fixed their block. So, not till he had cast away the fear of death and made his life fast in God, could he subdue this man's unruly heart.
'But my heart did not quite melt,' continued the robber, 'until you pitied me and wept for me.'
The godson, full of joy, led the robber to the place where the stumps were. And when they got there, they saw that from the third stump an apple-tree had begun to sprout. And the godson remembered that the drovers had not been able to light the damp wood until the fire had burnt up well. So it was only when his own heart burnt warmly, that another's heart had been kindled by it.
And the godson was full of joy that he had at last atoned for his sins.
He told all this to the robber, and died. The robber buried him, and lived as the godson had commanded him, teaching to others what the godson had taught him.
1886.
