“I was going nowhere, my masters; but it was cold on the way there, and my feet turned to your fire.”
“Come then, if you are a peaceable man, and warm your feet with us. Heat is a good gift; divide it and it is not less. But you shall have bread and salt too, if you will.”
“May your hospitality enrich you. I am your unworthy guest. But my flock?”
“Let your flock shelter by the south wall of the fold: there is good picking there and no wind. Come you and sit with us.”
So they all sat down by the fire; and the sad shepherd ate of their bread, but sparingly, like a man to whom hunger brings a need but no joy in the satisfying of it; and the others were silent for a proper time, out of courtesy. Then the oldest shepherd spoke:
“My name is Zadok the son of Eliezer, of Bethlehem. I am the chief shepherd of the flocks of the Temple, which are before you in the fold. These are my sister’s sons, Jotham, and Shama, and Nathan: their father Elkanah is dead; and but for these I am a childless man.”
“My name,” replied the stranger, “is Ammiel the son of Jochanan, of the city of Bethsaida, by the Sea of Galilee, and I am a fatherless man.”
“It is better to be childless than fatherless,” said Zadok, “yet it is the will of God that children should bury their fathers. When did the blessed Jochanan die?”
“I know not whether he be dead or alive. It is three years since I looked upon his face or had word of him.”
“You are an exile, then? he has cast you off?”