fool spits in the wind."
70 The Oxdriver looked up and smiled. "Now THAT is a truth," he acknowledged, "we can agree on!"
71 "You will find," continued The Teacher of The One, "there are many others. Come, share my road."
72 "Well, I seem to be going your way, anyway," agreed The Oxman,
"and your strange way interests me. Let us walk a few miles together. "
73 As they entered the city, The Young Student asked of his Teacher,
"Lord , where will we rest? Do you have money? If not, I have brought
some, and we can spend the night at an inn."
74 "The night," answered The Teacher of The One, "we shall spend in the
house of a rich widow. She shall come to us in the marketplace wearing
a blue dress and a gold trimmed shawl. She will ask you who I am, and
you will answer 'Who do you think he is?' And then she shall invite us
to shelter
with her."
75 Now they came to the gate, and the beggars were numerous. Every
manner of malady was there, and widows and orphans besides. "Does the
law not say," demanded The Teacher of The One, "that in my land no man
should need? No woman should have to hold out her hand in the street,
no child be
without a home? Oh, how you have shamed my Father, land that he made
glorious. Why do you think you have failed in your mission? Not because
you had not truth, but because you were unwilling to use that what you
had."
76 He saw a rich man and stepped before him. "Sir," he inquired, "you live in a great house,
you have many servants, no wife, and no children. Long have you prayed
for these. Yet here stands a woman not unpleasant to see, and here are
two children, strong and quick of mind, that would