The master said to him, 'Hunter, what are you
aiming at?'
He answered, 'Two miles from this place sits a fly on a branch of
an oak; I want to shoot out its left eye.'
'Oh, go with me,' said the man; 'if we three are together we
shall easily travel through the wide world.'
The hunter agreed and went with him, and they came to seven
windmills whose sails were going round quite fast, and yet there
was not a breath of wind, nor was a leaf moving. The man said,
'I don't know what is turning those windmills; there is not the
slightest breeze blowing.' So he walked on with his servants,
and when they had gone two miles they saw a man sitting on a
tree, holding one of his nostrils and blowing out of the other.
'Fellow, what are you puffing at up there?' asked the man.
He replied, 'Two miles from this place are standing seven
windmills; see, I am blowing to drive them round.'
'Oh, go with me,' said the man; 'if we four are together we shall
easily travel through the wide world.'
So the blower got down and went with him, and after a time they
saw a man who was standing on one leg, and had unstrapped the
other and laid it near him.
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