“You expect a dog’s obedience, then?”
“From Chris, yes,” and I smiled.
“From me, I mean. You know I mean that.”
“From you I ask nothing except to do what your judgment prompts, tempered perhaps by your trust in—in Chris.”
“In Chris’s master, you mean. Why don’t you say it?”
“Old Chris would do nothing I didn’t approve; so it’s about the same thing,” I answered, and led the horse away, tethered him, and having loosened the girths gave him a feed, and fetched him some water from the spring. When I returned with it she was standing by the house.
“Can I help you?”
“Not in this, thank you.”
“In what, then? I have nothing to do.”
“I’m afraid I can’t find you anything.”