DAY 29: A Bucket of Water – Part I

There once lived a young boy, about eleven years of age, who went back and forth between the well and the village to draw water and bring it to the blacksmith, who needed it for drinking and cooling hot iron. This blacksmith, who was always grateful to the boy for providing him with such a convenient service, would subsequently deliver his completed weapons to the boy’s father, who collected them for no discernible reason. The boy’s father would continue to urge the boy to deliver the water to the blacksmith, so that the blacksmith would continue to send weapons to him, and the blacksmith encouraged the boy’s father to encourage the boy to bring him the water he sought after, so that he might quench his thirst, and cool his weapons.

One day, when the boy was delivering the water to the blacksmith, a drunkard from the village tavern waylaid him and said, “What have you got in that bucket, boy?”

“Water,” was the boy’s timid reply. “I’m taking it to the blacksmith.”

“What does that despicable feller need that for anyhow?” the drunkard asked.

“To cool his weapons, and quench his thirst,” the boy responded. He quavered a little, so that the water in the bucket vibrated.

The drunkard seemed to appraise the boy for a moment. He looked the lad up and down, gave a nod, and said, “I will take that bucket, and do your work for you, lad. You have worked much, and need rest from your labor. Go, and repose on your cot. Be at ease.”

The boy was pleased, but anxious. “How can I trust you?” he asked.

“You cannot,” was the drunkard’s reply, and he departed.

So the boy returned home and reposed on his cot, just as the drunkard had told him to do. He lay there for a while, but his conscience got the better of him, and he rose to retrieve the bucket and go to the well.

But the bucket had been burned by the drunkard, and the boy now had no vessel to store the water. He wept bitterly over the smoking remains and cried, “Why? Why did I do this? Why was I recreant to my solemn duty?”

In the end, because the water was not delivered, the blacksmith’s weapons were not cooled, and his thirst was not quenched. Angered, the blacksmith did not send weapons to the boy’s father, and, in turn, the boy’s father grew enraged towards his son. In the end, no one was happy with the other, and the boy did not know what to do to make amends.



In Christ,




  1. June 4, 2011 at 2:51 pm

    Is the source material your own, or from the Renaissance Festival?

  2. ryan4143 said,

    June 5, 2011 at 8:32 pm

    Mine this time… 🙂 Not sure where it’s going at the moment, but we’ll find out soon enough!!

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