“Adventure, wealth, power- all trifles where the divine is concerned.”
The beggar smiles earnestly. His dark blue eyes swirl with mirth.
“A man cannot serve God and also Mammon- God and also Wanderlust. Does not a knight have one liege? Does not a craftsman have one craft? Consider this carefully, good man. I must be on my way.”
He moves along, pulling his old cloak about his shoulders and fixing the bronze pin that keeps it in place. The pin is probably the most valuable thing he owns. His dirty clothes are hanging on by threads. His simple shoes have been patched and repaired countless times.
“Oh, and take care!” the beggar calls over his shoulder, wondering if he’ll be lucky enough to find some stale bread for breakfast.
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