"It is ready. They can begin gobbling."
Sometimes I plucked up courage to go to him. He looked at me heavily.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing."
"Good.".
On one of these occasions, however, I asked him:
"Why is every one afraid of you? For you are good."
Contrary to my expectations, he did not get angry.
"I am only good to you."
But he added distinctly, simply, and thoughtfully: