The enemy army began to run in panic when they saw the monster-man lying dead in a pool of blood at the feet of a narrow boy holding nothing but a leather strap. In the general chaos that followed, Zorek Avnim slipped away.
As he hurried back to his lambs, he thought of Aba Gvoha.
Zorek Avnim thought of Aba Gvoha.
Then he thought of the shepherd Chutch Mim, and how Chutch Mim had led his people across the desert.
He thought of the proud lions that lay dead on the borders of his pasture.
He thought of shepherds. He thought of lions.
Back in the quiet solitude of the Migdal Eder, he began to write down his thoughts:
The maker is my shepherd.
We walk through the greenest pastures;
together we walk beside the clear waters.
I lie down without fear
because my shepherd watches over me.
I walked deep into the Valley
and saw the shadow of Death,
but I was not afraid, because
everything that casts a shadow
has a bright light shining behind it.
The maker is that bright light,
The maker is my shepherd
who protects me.
When I see the shadows
of my enemies, I know that
my shepherd is behind them
and will strike them down
if they move to hurt me.
No matter what happens
to my body, I will live forever
in the hand of my shepherd.