"Well, I'll take the lamb, but I shall not carry it. You must carry
it."
"There's no great hardship in that," cried Brother Merry. "I can
easily do it;" and he took it on his shoulder.
After that they went on till they came to a wood, and Brother Merry,
who was very hungry, and found the lamb a heavy load, called out to
the saint--
"Hallo! here is a nice place for us to dress and eat the lamb."
"With all my heart," replied his companion; "but I don't understand
anything of cooking, so do you begin, and I will walk about until it
is ready. Don't begin to eat until I return. I will take care to be
back in time."
"Go your ways," said Brother Merry; "I can cook it well enough. I'll
soon have it ready."
The saint wandered away, while Brother Merry lighted the fire, killed
the lamb, put the pieces into the pot, and boiled them. In a short
time the lamb was thoroughly done, but the saint had not returned; so
Merry took the meat up, carved it, and found the heart.
"That is the best part of it," said he; and he kept tasting it until
he had finished it.