“Because I know very well that you are not able to take them with you.”
“If I am not able to take the cattle, you may have them and the wheat as well,” said Mor’s son.
The herder was driving the cattle one way, and Mor’s son was driving them the opposite way; and after they had done that for a while, they faced each other and began to fight again.
Mor’s son was doubly angry at the herder this night for the short answers that he gave. They fought two hours; then the herder got the upper hand. Mor’s son was sorry; and the herder, as he drove the cattle to the sea, called out, “Your mother gave too much fire to the meat and the loaf; still you are stronger to-night than you were last night.”
Mor’s son went home.
“Well, my son,” asked the mother, “have you any news of the cattle and the herder?”
“I have seen them, mother.”
“And what did the herder do?”
“He was too strong for me a second time, and drove the cattle into the sea.”
“What are we to do now?” asked the mother. “If he keeps on in this way, we’ll soon be poor, and must leave the country altogether.”