“In which of the scripts of His father does He excel?”
“How does He spend His time?”
“He roams the woods and delights in the beauties of the countryside.”
“What is His age?”
“Eight and twenty.”
The eagerness with which Mulla Husayn questioned me, and the sense of delight with which he welcomed every particular I gave him, greatly surprised me.
Turning to me, with his face beaming with satisfaction and joy, he once more enquired:
“I presume you often meet Him?”
“I frequently visit His home,” I replied.
“Will you,” he said, “deliver into His hands a trust from me?”
“Most assuredly,” was my reply.
