But he said to her,'I have found something in the forest,and Ihave brought it to thee to have care of it,'and he stirred not from the threshold.
'What is it?'she cried.'Show it to me,for the house is bare,and we have need of many things.'And he drew the cloak back,and showed her the sleeping child.
'Alack,goodman!'she murmured,'have we not children of our own,that thou must needs bring a changeling to sit by the hearth?And who knows if it will not bring us bad fortune?And how shall we tend it?'And she was wroth against him.
'Nay,but it is a Star-Child,'he answered;and he told her the strange manner of the finding of it.
But she would not be appeased,but mocked at him,and spoke angrily,and cried:'Our children lack bread,and shall we feed the child of another?Who is there who careth for us?And who giveth us food?'
'Nay,but God careth for the sparrows even,and feedeth them,'he answered.
'Do not the sparrows die of hunger in the winter?'she asked.'And is it not winter now?'
And the man answered nothing,but stirred not from the threshold.
And a bitter wind from the forest came in through the open door,and made her tremble,and she shivered,and said to him:'Wilt thou not close the door?There cometh a bitter wind into the house,and I am cold.'
'Into a house where a heart is hard cometh there not always a bitter wind?'he asked.And the woman answered him nothing,but crept closer to the fire.
And after a time she turned round and looked at him,and her eyes were full of tears.And he came in swiftly,and placed the child in her arms,and she kissed it,and laid it in a little bed where the youngest of their own children was lying.And on the morrow the Woodcutter took the curious cloak of gold and placed it in a great chest,and a chain of amber that was round the child's neck his wife took and set it in the chest also.
So the Star-Child was brought up with the children of the Woodcutter,and sat at the same board with them,and was their playmate.And every year he became more beautiful to look at,so that all those who dwelt in the village were filled with wonder,for,while they were swarthy and black-haired,he was white and delicate as sawn ivory,and his curls were like the rings of the daffodil.His lips,also,were like the petals of a red flower,and his eyes were like violets by a river of pure water,and his body like the narcissus of a field where the mower comes not.
Yet did his beauty work him evil.For he grew proud,and cruel,and selfish.The children of the Woodcutter,and the other children of the village,he despised,saying that they were of mean parentage,while he was noble,being sprang from a Star,and he made himself master over them,and called them his servants.No pity had he for the poor,or for those who were blind or maimed or in any way afflicted,but would cast stones at them and drive them forth on to the highway,and bid them beg their bread elsewhere,so that none save the outlaws came twice to that village to ask for alms.Indeed,he was as one enamoured of beauty,and would mock at the weakly and ill-favoured,and make jest of them;and himself he loved,and in summer,when the winds were still,he would lie by the well in the priest's orchard and look down at the marvel of his own face,and laugh for the pleasure he had in his fairness.
Often did the Woodcutter and his wife chide him,and say:'We did not deal with thee as thou dealest with those who are left desolate,and have none to succour them.Wherefore art thou so cruel to all who need pity?'
Often did the old priest send for him,and seek to teach him the love of living things,saying to him:'The fly is thy brother.Do it no harm.The wild birds that roam through the forest have their *******.Snare them not for thy pleasure.God made the blind-worm and the mole,and each has its place.Who art thou to bring pain into God's world?Even the cattle of the field praise Him."But the Star-Child heeded not their words,but would frown and flout,and go back to his companions,and lead them.And his companions followed him,for he was fair,and fleet of foot,and could dance,and pipe,and make music.And wherever the Star-Child led them they followed,and whatever the Star-Child bade them do,that did they.And when he pierced with a sharp reed the dim eyes of the mole,they laughed,and when he cast stones at the leper they laughed also.And in all things he ruled them,and they became hard of heart even as he was.
Now there passed one day through the village a poor beggar-woman.
Her garments were torn and ragged,and her feet were bleeding from the rough road on which she had travelled,and she was in very evil plight.And being weary she sat her down under a chestnut-tree to rest.
But when the Star-Child saw her,he said to his companions,'See!
There sitteth a foul beggar-woman under that fair and green-leaved tree.Come,let us drive her hence,for she is ugly and ill-favoured.'
So he came near and threw stones at her,and mocked her,and she looked at him with terror in her eyes,nor did she move her gaze from him.And when the Woodcutter,who was cleaving logs in a haggard hard by,saw what the Star-Child was doing,he ran up and rebuked him,and said to him:'Surely thou art hard of heart and knowest not mercy,for what evil has this poor woman done to thee that thou shouldst treat her in this wise?'
And the Star-Child grew red with anger,and stamped his foot upon the ground,and said,'Who art thou to question me what I do?I am no son of thine to do thy bidding.'
'Thou speakest truly,'answered the Wood-cutter,'yet did I show thee pity when I found thee in the forest.'
And when the woman heard these words she gave a loud cry,and fell into a swoon.And the Woodcutter carried her to his own house,and his wife had care of her,and when she rose up from the swoon into which she had fallen,they set meat and drink before her,and bade her have comfort.
But she would neither eat nor drink,but said to the Woodcutter,'Didst thou not say that the child was found in the forest?And was it not ten years from this day?'
