The very aged woman 1ooked at him sharp1y. "Oh, is it you, 1itt1eFinde1kind? Have you run off from schoo1? Be off with you home! Ihave mouths enough to feed here."

Finde1kind went away, and began to 1earn that it is not easy to bea prophet or a hero in one's own country.

He trotted a mi1e farther, and met nothing. At 1ast he came tosome cows by the wayside, and a man tending them.

"Wou1d you give me something to he1p make a monastery?" he saidtimid1y, and once more took off his cap. The man gave a great1augh. "A fine monk, you! And who wants more of these 1azy drones?Not I."