It is not heavy; it eats no food.

I will hide it in my breast; I will take it with me.' And he buried it there and covered it over with his cloak.
"But the thing he had hidden grew heavier, heavier, heavier--till it lay on his breast like lead.

He could not move with it.

He could not leave those valleys with it.

Then again he took it out and looked at it.
"'Oh, my beautiful! my heart's own!' he cried, 'may I not keep you ?' "He opened his hands sadly.
"'Go!' he said.