Just as the shepherd was about to show Walker what was in his haversack, they heard frantic bleating in the pasture and they quickly turned. The sheep were running about in fear as a large grey wolf pushed a lamb to the ground. The wolf grabbed the lamb and started to run to the woods.

Westminster sprinted toward the wolf and as he did he reached into his shirt for something and shouted into it, “King, save!” The wolf looked over its shoulder, slowing it down long enough for Westminster to slam into it. The lamb dropped from its mouth and ran to its mother while Westminster and the wolf wrestled with shouts and snarls. Westminster cried out in pain as the wolf bit down hard on his arm. With his other hand the shepherd smacked a blow to its head and the wolf yelped like a puppy and let go. It slunk off toward the forest.

Meanwhile, Walker who had been standing frozen to the spot, came out of his stupor and ran forward yelling, “Go home! Go home, you…you ugly dog!” He stopped by Westminster, who was bleeding. “Take me to my bag,” gasped Westminster.

When Walker opened the bag he found a sack with two bottles. Westminster said, “First we’ll wash out the wound with the wine, that one. That’ll clean it. Oof! That stung.” Walker pulled the stopper on the second flask and drizzled olive oil on the punctures. The shepherd said, “Ah, that feels better. Bandage me up, would you please?”

It took Walker three times but he finally got the cloth wrapped snugly around the shepherd’s hand. Finally, they sat back. The sheep grazed close by.

Walker said, “It sure was lucky that wolf was afraid of you.”

“Lucky? Walker, a wolf is not afraid of me. It was the King’s power that scared him. Did you hear me call on the king?”

“I heard you say ‘King, save!’ into something. What is that hanging around your neck?

“That is my kayline. Its full name is Prosookay but we call it kayline because it is a direct line to the king. You have one, too. Reach into your haversack and feel for the cord. Pull that out.”

Walker pulled the cord out of his bag and held the Prosookay in his palm.

Westminster said, “Put it to your ear.” Walker did. He said, “It sounds like someone’s listening!”

 The shepherd smiled. “That’s right. This is how you have conversations with the king. Don’t lose it!”

“Now, it’s time you took off that old shirt and put on a new one. It’s there, in your bag. Go on! Fish it out and put it on.” It was linen, white and cool. Walker felt clean and fresh in it. He hung the kayline around his neck and it rested on his heart with a gentle weight.

“The kayline is not only for help in times of trouble. It is a line to the king. Talk to him all along the way,” said the shepherd, sitting up and scanning the fields alertly.

“What else is in this bag!?” asked Walker.

“Your haversack will supply what you need when you need it. The king supplies. Now, it is time for you to get back on the road. Keep to the king’s highway always, read the king’s letter daily, and talk to the king often.”

They shook hands and then Walker climbed the stonewall back to the road. He waved and began to walk. He walked for hours. Just as the day was cooling and he thought about stopping for the evening he saw the red roofs of a town down in the valley. Before long he stood before the town gate, closed doors of thick oak. He pulled the bellrope to be let in. A small window in the wall opened and the white-haired gatekeeper said urgently, “I’m going to open the door and you get yourself in here, quick!”