But after a while he had to look.
"He was standing at the place from which he had started, and, to his
surprise, he saw what he had never seen before. Out from its center
led all sorts of roads that stretched beyond sight, and on each of
them people were traveling, all kinds of people, and he knew he could
no longer stand still. He must take one of these roads, but which
one he did not know. As he stood uncertain what to do, he felt some
one touch him; and, looking down, he saw a child; and into his strong
hand the child slipped his little one.
"'I have been waiting for you,' he said. 'I have been waiting a
long, long time.'
"'For me?' The man drew back. 'You can't have been waiting for me.
I do not know you, child!'
"He heard a little sigh, as soft as the stir of wings, and again the
boy smiled.
"'But I know you. There is much for you to do.'
"Again the man held back. 'There is nothing for me to do. I pay my
taxes and give my tithes, and let the world alone.'
"'You cannot let the world alone. It is your world.' The boy looked
up. 'Come, they are waiting.'
"'Who is waiting?'
"'Your people.'
"'I have no people. There is no one waiting for me.'
"The child shook his head. 'You do not know your people, and they
are waiting.
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