“They call me Wolf. I killed a wolf once with my boar-spear.”
“Why, Wolf, did you try to kill me?”
“Because I wanted your gold belt.”
“But it is a great sin to rob and kill.”
“Other people rob me, and would kill me too if I did not take care of their pigs,” said Wolf carelessly.
“You should fear God, Wolf.”
“I fear that name truly, for Ralph always swears by it when he is in a rage. But I do not know what it means.”
“O Wolf, surely your father and mother told you about God, who made all things, and made you and me; God, who loves us, and wishes us to love Him, and to do what is right?”
“I have no father or mother,” replied Wolf, “nor brothers or sisters, and I never heard of God. No one cares for me but my pigs, and so I sleep with them, and eat with them.”
“Poor fellow!” said Eric, with a look of kindness; “I am sorry for you. Here is all the money I have. Take it. I wish to show you that I have no ill will to you;” and Eric gave him a gold coin.