My stepson had all the capacity. He just didn’t have the will. One day he came home after hunting, and I said, “Have you brought me much game today?”
Nothing. He had nothing but the feather of a blue falcon.
I held it by the feather tip. What was the feather worth to me without the bird?
I put a curse on him. I said: “May you always be cold and wet and dirty, and may your shoes ever have pools in them until you bring me the blue falcon on which this feather grew!”
I hardly had the words out when the dirty lad cast a spell on me, too. “May you stand with one foot on the great house and the other on the castle till I come back again, and may you face the wind from wherever it blows!”
He went off to get the bird, while I stood with one foot on the great house, and the other on the castle, with my face turned towards whatever tempest would blow.