cell and started for a ravine he knew of in a lonely spot, where he could dig himself a cave and hide from the people.
As he was going along with his bag and his spade he saw the robber riding towards him. The godson was frightened, and started to run away, but the robber overtook him.
'Where are you going?' asked the robber.
The godson told him he wished to get away from the people and live somewhere where no one would come to him. This surprised the robber.
'What will you live on, if people do not come to see you?' asked he.
The godson had not even thought of this, but the robber's question reminded him that food would be necessary.
'On what God pleases to give me,' he replied.
The robber said nothing, and rode away.
'Why did I not say anything to him about his way of life?' thought the godson. 'He might repent now. To-day he seems in a gentler mood, and has not threatened to kill me.' And he shouted to the robber:
'You have still to repent of your sins. You cannot escape from God.'
The robber turned his horse, and drawing a knife from his girdle threatened the hermit with it. The latter was alarmed, and ran away further into the forest.
The robber did not follow him, but only shouted:
'Twice I have let you off, old man, but next time you come in my way I will kill you!'
Having said this, he rode away. In the evening when the godson went to water his stumps—one of them was sprouting! A little apple tree was growing out of it.
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After hiding himself from everybody, the godson lived all alone. When his supply of bread was exhausted, he thought: 'Now I must go and look for
