In a certain kingdom, in a certain land, there was a gipsy who had a wife and seven children, and he lived so poorly that at last there was nothing in the house to eat or to drink—not even a crust of bread. He was too idle to work, and too much of a coward to thieve. So what could he do?
Well, the peasant went on the road and stood pondering. At this time Egóri the Brave was passing by.
“Hail!” said the peasant. “Whither are you faring?”
“To God.”
“Why?”
“With a message from men wherewith each man should live, and wherewith each man should busy himself.”
“Will you, then, send in a report about me to the Lord?” the peasant said, “what He wishes me to engage in?”
“Very well—I will hand in a report,” Egóri said, and he went on his road.