"He carries what the Shopkeeper gave him—for he had no money and no choice."
"Who is the Shopkeeper, dwarf?"
"The Shopkeeper—the Shopkeeper is the father of dwarfs and angels and children—and fools."
"What does he sell, poor man?"
"He sells harness for men and cattle, and you give your lives for the harness."
"What is this you carry, dwarf?"
"I carry home the harness of a soul."
"Is it worth carrying home?"
"The eyes grow sick at sight of the old harness in the way."
The watching figure, hearing, pitied.