“Have you any advice to give me?”
“Not a word. I'm not even able to give myself sensible counsel. Good day to you!”
“Then you do not care for my company longer on the way?”
“I do not. Excuse my bluntness, but these are parlous times for wayfarers and I cannot afford to have a tin can tied to me as I go about.”
“And you are absolutely selfish?” called Chick.
“I think so,” replied Farr from the highway, getting into his stride. “When I see you again I expect you'll be wondering why you ever were altruistic. That will be the case, providing you wear that armor any longer.”
Jared Chick from behind his bush called, appealingly, “But I fear I shall never see thee again and I have some questions to ask of thee!”
“Oh, I promise to look you up somewhere in the world. If you keep on wearing that suit it will be easy to find you.”
The man in armor leaned against a tree and pondered.
“A strange young man, and callous and selfish. But there is truly something under his shell. I would relish putting some questions to him.”