At last the saint said—
"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.
At length the saint came back, and said—