He wandered and wandered till he came to a village where he asked to be
allowed to stay the night at the first house. The mistress let him in.
Besides herself no one was in the house. The mistress was busy
cleaning.
When the godson came in he climbed on to the stove and began watching to
see what the mistress was doing. She had finished cleaning the floor and
was scrubbing the table. She scrubbed it and wiped it with a dirty
cloth. She rubbed the cloth one way, but the table would not come clean.
The cloth left streaks of dirt. She rubbed it the other way--the first
streaks came out, new ones were made. She rubbed it lengthwise again and
the same thing happened. The dirty cloth rubbed out one streak of dirt
and left another. The godson watched for some time and then said, “What
are you doing, mistress?”
“Don’t you see that I’m cleaning the house for the festival? I can’t get
the table clean, anyhow. The dirt will not come off and I’m quite worn
out.”
“You should rinse out the cloth, then wipe the table.”
The mistress did as he told her and the table came clean. “Thank you,”
she said, “for your lesson.”
In the morning the godson took leave of the mistress and went on
further. He wandered and wandered till he came to a wood where he saw
some peasants making hoops. He approached them and saw them struggling
and struggling, but they could not bend the wood. He looked closer and
saw that the block on which they were working was not firmly fixed. And
the godson said, “What are you doing, brothers?”
“Making hoops, as you see. We have steamed the wood twice, yet cannot
bend it. We are quite worn out.”
“You should fix the block more firmly, mates. It moves round with you as
it is.”
The peasants did so and their work went smoothly afterwards.
The godson stayed the night with them, then went on his way. He walked
the whole of that day and the night and just before daybreak he came
upon some shepherds encamped for the night, and joined them. They had
settled their cattle and were trying to light a fire. They took some dry
twigs and lighted them, and not giving them time to burn up, they put
some damp brushwood on top and smothered the fire. The shepherds took
some more dry twigs and lighted them, and again they smothered the fire
with damp brushwood. For a long time they struggled, but could get no
fire.
And the godson said, “Don’t be in such a hurry to put on the brushwood,
but wait until the twigs have caught well. When the fire gets hot then
you can put on the brushwood.”
The shepherds did as he told them. When the twigs had caught well, they
put on the brushwood, and in a few minutes they had a blazing fire.
The godson stayed with them for a while then went on further. He
wondered what these three things he had seen might mean, but could not
understand, nor see the reason of them.