`` What ? '' said the farmer -- he was in a furious temper because I was walking the old horse in circles all this time -- `` What , you young jackanapes ? '' said he . `` Then by your reasoning I ought to say ` Thank you ' to Satan if he helped me ? '' `` Do n't roll about up there splitting reasons with me , '' said the novice . `` 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 XXXXX do ? '
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