‘It was a gift, boy, not a curse,’ he said. &l…

‘It was a gift, boy, not a curse,’ he said. ‘When much is taken, something is returned. Since I had a useless leg, I had to make myself a clever brain! I cannot chase, so I learn to watch and wait. I tell you boys these secrets and you laugh. When I hunt, I never come back empty-handed, do I? I think the gods looked at me and said to themselves, Well this one is a sharp one, eh? Let’s give him a gimpy leg so he can’t be a warrier and will have to stay at home among the women (a fate which has something to recommend it, my boy, believe me), and I thank them.’