39 "You told me, daddy," the little boy answered.
"You whispered. You said, 'Twig, give this to that person, and this to
that one.' I don't remember all the people's names, now."
40 Gray Boar stood up and went to his mate. "I said nothing," he told
her. "And I've never called him Twig in my life!"
41 Little Blue Blossom's eyes widened and she put her hand to her
mouth. "Your father," she cried, "just after he was born, just hours
before your father died, we took him over so he could see him. Remember
what your father said? They were almost his last words."
42 'Good Lords!' He looks like a shriveled up twig! But I love that
little twig, and I'll watch him all his days, and whisper The Lords
Wisdom in his ear!'"
43 Gray Boar went back in the house, picked up The Holy Writings and
held them between his hands. "Lords," he whispered, "all my days have I
doubted You. From the first hour that I heard Your Words I said can
these things be? Why is it that when I see You perform Your Wonder
through the flesh of my flesh, by The Voice of my Father, why is it I
question you? Why do I doubt Your Glory? I am unfit to be called Your
child."
44 He laid down the Writings. They fell open, and Little Blue Blossom
looked down and read; "'It is by doubt that we live, it is by doubt
that we find answers to questions that other men do not even ask. Doubt
is the foundation stone of knowledge. For it is by that that we
determine what is true and what is false. A man that doubts nothing
LEARNS nothing."
45 Gray Boar looked at her, and they both smiled. He picked up The
Book, closed it, put it back on the Altar. Picking up a ball from the
corner he said, "I'm going to see if that dumb cat will chase this
thing, but I doubt if he will!" They both roared with laughter as he
went outside.
