I am his chela, and I go with him.

We need food for the Road.

He is an honoured guest in all the villages, but'-- he broke into a pure boy's grin--'the food here is good.

Give me some.' 'What if I do not give it thee?
I am the woman of this village.' 'Then I curse thee--a little--not greatly, but enough to remember.' He could not help smiling.
'Thou hast cursed me already by the down-dropped eyelash and the uplifted chin.

Curses?
What should I care for mere words ?' She clenched her hands upon her bosom ...