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    The Book of the Shepherd: The Story of One Simple Prayer, and How It Changed the World
    The Book of the Shepherd: The Story of One Simple Prayer, and How It Changed the World
    The Book of the Shepherd: The Story of One Simple Prayer, and How It Changed the World
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    The Book of the Shepherd: The Story of One Simple Prayer, and How It Changed the World

    By Joann Davis

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    The Book of the Shepherd by Joann Davis, author of The Best Things in Life Aren’t Things, tells the story of three travelers on an uncertain journey toward “the new way.” Set in a mythical time in an unnamed land, The Book of the Shepherd follows the shepherd, a small boy, and a former slave as they discover that sometimes the greatest treasures are inside us all along. In the words of Paulo Coelho, this book is an “inspiring and moving fable.”
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateOct 14, 2009
    ISBN9780061959226
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    Joann Davis

    Joann Davis is the author of The Book of the Shepherd. She is married to the historian Kenneth C. Davis. Together, they have two grown children,  Jenny and Colin, and live in New York City and Dorset, Vermont.

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      The Book of the Shepherd - Joann Davis

      The Law Must Be Obeyed

      HE WAS A SMALL BOY, AS TENDER-HEARTED and as innocent as a spring lamb. He was a good boy, who said his prayers and respected his elders. But on this day, he was a frightened boy who was about to feel the white hot sting of a switch across the back of his legs.

      Please, Father, the boy cried out, have mercy on me.

      But the man was angry. He had asked the boy to rise at dawn to stock the market stall with fresh fruits and vegetables. The boy was eager to honor his father’s wishes but had overslept. Now the market was teeming with customers and there was no food.

      No olives or figs? asked a perplexed woman with a basket on her back. No raisins or honey? What trick is this?

      The merchant tried to appease the woman, telling her to return later in the day for the sweetest delights at the lowest prices. But when she emptied her coin purse at a competitor’s stall, the merchant exploded.

      You lazy boy, he said, grabbing his son by the throat and throttling him. You take bread from my mouth. Now I must teach you a lesson you will never forget.

      As the hot sun beat down, the marketplace was springing to life. Weavers were bartering with their customers. Potters were spinning at their wheels. And friends walked arm in arm through the market aisles, laughing and chatting.

      But there was no joy for the merchant—only blind rage—as he took a switch usually reserved for a reluctant donkey from the back of his wagon.

      You stupid boy, he cried as he prepared to strike. My laws must be obeyed.

      Like a storm at sea gathering strength, the man’s anger became uncontrollable. Lashing out, he knocked the boy to the ground, bruising and battering him. The child rolled away, trying to evade the stick, but it kept biting his flesh in a relentless flurry of blows.

      The scuffle jolted the still-sleepy market like a rude rooster. A lethargic public was soon aroused and many began streaming to the food stall where the beating was happening. Some were chanting, Beat the boy! Make him pay.

      Only one in the crowd seemed to have the child in mind.

      A shepherd who had been at the market well watering his sheep had dropped everything and rushed to the scene when he heard what sounded like a crying child. He had left his animals alone at the trough to go and help.

      But along the way, the shepherd became trapped in the throng, slowed by rowdy hecklers, jeering spectators, and curiosity seekers. As he tried to elbow his way forward through the thick press of sweaty bodies, he heard an old man quoting the law for filial infractions, saying woe betide the child who disobeys his father.

      When the shepherd finally broke through, he saw what he did not wish to imagine. The boy was in the dirt beneath the merchant. Still animated, still chasing him, the merchant continued to strike as the boisterous crowd made known its bloodthirsty wishes.

      Beat him! someone shouted. Beat him!

      The boy was grimacing—trying to squirm away—but there was no escaping the cruel switch. Whipping through the air, scourging him, the stick nipped the boy’s tender skin the way the thorny bramble often gashed the flesh of lambs gamboling in the wilderness.

      The shepherd’s first impulse was to stop the madness, to lunge forward to protect this boy. He wanted to grab the switch from the merchant’s hand and bring the cruelty to an abrupt halt. But he hesitated, questioning himself, asking what standing he had in this matter. Did the law not permit harsh measures? What would the elders say?

      The thoughts were flashing through his head like intense lightning bolts across a torrid summer sky.

      And then, shaking him from his stupor, he heard the boy cry out, Mercy, Father, a wail that pierced both the air and the shepherd’s heart. And then he knew.

      No one had the right to cause this boy to suffer so.

      No law permitted this pain to be inflicted.

      Taking hold of himself, the shepherd broke through the crowd to go to the boy’s aid.

      But it was too late. Without warning, the merchant had put down his switch. Pure and simple, he had grown tired of beating the boy. Hot and spent, he simply laid down the stick and went to get himself a drink of water.

      The crowd, disappointed that the action was over, slowly dispersed. Rushing forward, the shepherd went to assist the boy, who was still on the ground. Biting his lip, fighting back tears, the boy tried to be strong as his father had taught him to be. Gamely collecting himself, he rose to his feet and accepted a sip of water from the shepherd’s pouch before

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