One day, as he was praying in order to avoid sleep,
he was approached by an old woman.
"Oh, poor soul. I feel thy fear and suffering."
"Who are you?"
"To ease thy pain, that which you can't feign,
takes but a flower for those whom you've slain."
"Absurd! I have done no wrong. It is they who disobeyed and ran away - it is they who are at fault. This world is ruled by the survival of the fittest. And even if I were guilty, God has already forgiven me."
|"I am not blaming you. I just..."|
|Shut up, you hag!|