34 "It is The Lords Business that you go to,"
answered his father, "and I will not question Their Will. Though I do
not understand my son's sudden interest in Their Way, but I will hinder
what he does, not."
35 So the next day, as the prisoners were sat down to eat, and their
meager portion was brought forth, Gray Goat and his servants appeared,
carrying baskets. To each man they gave a piece of fresh- cooked meat,
a chunk of cheese, a good helping of bread, and they filled their cups
with wine.
36 "You, again?" inquired the Warlock. "By whose authority do you do
this? Do you have permission to feed these men?"
37 "Since when," questioned Gray Goat, "does a man need permission to
feed the hungry? If I break some Law, speak of it!"
38 The Warlock looked at his fighting people and they shook their
heads. "I guess there is no Law," answered the Warlock. "And what harm
can there be in such a gesture of mercy? If you will, feed them."
39 The prisoners' joy was like that of a child. When the servants came
around again with sweet rolls their eyes shone like they were being
given a great treasure.
40 The guards did not know quite what to make of this strange man, but
one of the prisoners came forward and fell at Gray Goat's feet.
"Saint!" he cried, "Saint!"
41 "I do not know his language," inquired Gray Goat. "What does he
mean?"
42 One of the fighting people laughed. "It means 'one who is
appointed'," he explained, "'one who is blessed.' It is like when we
make someone a Lord, or, a Holy One. It means about the same."
43 "I am not a Lord," insisted Gray Goat, lifting