“I have waited long and patiently. Heaven has, after all, been kind to me,” said the goat, and shook his horns and his beard, and made a start as if he were about to spring upon the lion.
The latter said to himself, “This animal looks like a goat, but it does not talk like one. So it is very likely some wicked spirit in this shape. Prudence often serves us better than valour, so for the present I shall return to the wood,” and he turned back.
The goat rose up, and, advancing to the mouth of the cave, said, “Will you come back tomorrow?”
“Never again,” said the lion.
“Do you think I shall be able to see you, at least, in the wood tomorrow?”
“Neither in the wood, nor in this neighbourhood any more,” said the lion, and running to the forest, soon left it with his kindred.