`` Come back to the Ford and thank the Smith , or you 'll be sorry . '' ` Back the farmer had to go . I led the horse , though no one saw me , and the novice walked beside us , his gown swishing through the shiny dew and his fishing-rod across his shoulders , spear-wise . When we reached the Ford again -- it was five o'clock and misty still under the oaks -- the farmer simply would n't say `` Thank you . '' He said he 'd tell the Abbot that the novice wanted him to worship heathen Gods . Then Hugh the novice lost his temper . He just cried , `` Out ! '' put his arm under the farmer 's fat leg , and heaved him from his saddle on to the turf , and before he could rise he caught him by the back of the neck and shook him like a rat till the farmer growled , `` Thank you , Wayland-Smith . '' ' ` Did Weland see all this ? ' said Dan . ` Oh yes , and he shouted his old war-cry when the farmer thudded on to the ground . He was delighted . Then the novice turned to the oak tree and said , `` Ho , Smith of the Gods ! I am ashamed of this rude farmer ; but for all you have done in kindness and charity to him and to others of our people , I thank you and wish you well . '' Then he picked up his fishing-rod -- it looked more like a tall spear than ever -- and tramped off down your valley . ' ` And what did poor Weland do ? ' said Una . ` He laughed and he cried with joy , because he had been released at last , and could go away . But he was an honest Old Thing . He had worked for his living and he paid his debts before he left .
`` I shall give that novice a gift , '' said XXXXX .
Abbot Dan Ford Hugh Smith Una Wayland-Smith Weland fishing-rod left