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 how 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.
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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 he changed his mind and went out into the road. He saw that the robber was gloomy, and was riding with downcast eyes. The
