But--' 'But you are full, or you are out of food, or your wife is ill, or something else is amiss,' I answered peevishly.

'All the same, I am going to lie here.

So you must make the best of it, and your wife too--if you have one.' He scratched his head, looking at me with an ugly glitter in his eyes.
But he said nothing, and I dismounted.
'Where can I stable my horse ?' I asked.
'I'll put it up,' he answered sullenly, stepping forward and taking the reins in his hand.
'Very well,' I said.

'But I go with you.

A merciful man is merciful to his beast, and wherever I go I see my horse fed.' 'It will be fed,' he said shortly.