The child grew up to the parents’ great joy; and he was strong and
industrious and clever and humble. When he was ten years old the parents
sent him to school, and what it took others five years to learn the boy
learnt in one. And there was no one in the village who could teach him
more.
Easter came round and the boy went to his godmother to give her the
Easter greeting. When he returned home he said, “Father and mother,
where does my godfather live? I should like to give him the Easter
greeting, too.”
And the father said, “We don’t know where your godfather lives, dear
son. We, too, have worried over that. We have not seen him since you
were christened. We have not heard of him and don’t know where he lives,
nor whether he is alive at all.”
The boy bowed to his father and mother.
“Let me go,” he said, “to seek my godfather. I want to find him and give
him the Easter greeting.”
The father and mother gave their consent and the boy set out to find his
godfather.