Greatness

“Why does Saul look down on those who serve?”

Tristan put a hand to the hollow of his back while the other firmly grasped his walking stick, gnarly wizened eyes staring back at Petras. “Because he values something else.”

“Power,” Said Petras.

“Go on.” The teacher urged his pupil to continue as his robed form began to slowly walk, student by his side.

“He wants others to serve him.”

“Yes.”

“Because he is greater.”

Tristan let out an audible sigh, “You still think like a child though your body is growing.”

“You do not believe him yo be greater Master Tristan?”

“I ask you Petras. Who is greater? He who plants the wheat? He who harvests the wheat? He who grinds the wheat, or he who bakes the bread? What about he who sells the bread and he who serves the bread? Why do you think only of he who eats the bread?”

Petrov fell silent, chastened by his mentor. “Perhaps it depends on how they do their task?”

“Go on,” the teacher prodded one more time.

“If each does it glady then perhaps each is the greatest?”

“You are starting to get it. It is the heart, not the action, that defines greatness.”