And it is bitter trouble, I fear.

Sometimes these troubles pass a little, by being told." The kind words softened me somewhat, and I answered him quietly: "Aye, Father--there is trouble, but not to be told.

I will take myself and it away in the morning, and so bear it by myself." He looked wistfully at me as one who fain would help another, saying: "Other men's troubles press lightly on such as I, my son, save that they add to my prayers." And I was half-minded to tell him all and seek his counsel: but I would not.

Still, I would answer him, and so feigning cheerfulness, said: "One trouble, Father, I fear you cannot help me in.

I have nought wherewith to reward this honest man for lodging and guidance--nor for playing Grendel on him, and eating his food to boot." "Surely you have honest hands by whom to send him somewhat?
or he will lead you to friends who will willingly lend to you ?" And I had neither.