` Dear me ! where do you come from ? ' said he . ' I am your son , born in the night , ' replied the boy . ` If that is true , ' said the man , ` you shall take care of my sheep , and I will give you food . But take care you never cross the border of my land , or you will repent it . ' Then he pointed out where the border of his land lay , and bade the boy begin his work at once . The young shepherd led his flock out to the richest meadows and stayed with them till evening , when he brought them back , and helped the man to milk them . When this was done , they both sat down to supper , and while they were eating the boy asked the big man : ` What is your name , father ? ' ` Mogarzea , ' answered he . ' I wonder you are not tired of living by yourself in this lonely place . ' ` There is no reason you should wonder ! Do n't you know that there was never a bear yet who danced of his own free will ? ' ` Yes , that is true , ' replied the boy . ` But why is it you are always so sad ? Tell me your history , father . ' ` What is the use of my telling you things that would only make you sad too ? ' ` Oh , never mind that ! I should like to hear . Are you not my father , and am I not your son ? '
` Well , if you really want XXXXX know my story , this is it : As I told you , my name is Mogarzea , and my father is an emperor .
If Mogarzea at evening from in night of that to