THE CRY FOR HELP 35!
Cease to splash about that, thou rain -cloud in the forenoon ! Stand I not already here, wet with thine affliction, and moistened like a dog ?
Now I shake myself and run away from thee, in order to become dry again. At that thou must not be astonished ! Do I seem to be discourteous unto thee ? But here is my court.
And concerning thy higher man up! I shall seek him quickly in those forests. From them came his cry. Perhaps an evil beast harasseth him.
He is in my sphere. There he shall not meet with any accident ! And, verily, there are many evil ani- mals with me."
With these words Zarathustra turned himself unto his journey. Then the fortune-teller said : " O Zara- thustra, thou art a rogue !
I know it well : thou wouldst fain be rid of me ! Rather than tarry with me, thou runnest into the forests and liest in wait for evil animals !
But of what good is it for thee ? In the evening thou wilt have me back ; in thine own cave shall I sit, patient and heavy like a block, and wait for thee ! "
"Thus shall it be!" Zarathustra cried back in departing, " and what is my property in my cave, is thy property also, my friend and guest !
But if thou shouldst find there any honey, up! lick it up, thou growling bear, and sweeten thy soul ! For in the evening we two will be gay together-
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