You needed it sorely, so I let you be.

Now it is time for food, but first you shall have a bath, and that will do wonders with the soreness." Thankful enough was I of the great tub of hot water he had ready for me, and after it and a good meal I was a new man.

My host said nought till I had finished, and then it was I who broke the silence between us.
"Father," I said, "I have much to thank you for.

What may I call you ?" "They name me Govan the Hermit, my son." "I do not know how to say all I would, Father Govan," I went on, "but I was in a sore strait last night, and but for your bell I think I must have perished in the snow, or in some of the clefts of these cliffs." "I rang the bell for you, my son, though I knew not why.

It came on me that one was listening for some sign of help in the storm." "How could you know ?" I asked in wonder.
Govan shook his head.
"I cannot tell.