FOURTH AND LAST PART.
72. LXXII. THE SUPPER.
For at this point the soothsayer interrupted the greeting of Zarathustra
and his guests: he pressed forward as one who had no time to lose, seized
Zarathustra's hand and exclaimed: "But Zarathustra!
One thing is more necessary than the other, so sayest thou thyself: well,
one thing is now more necessary UNTO ME than all others.
A word at the right time: didst thou not invite me to TABLE? And here are
many who have made long journeys. Thou dost not mean to feed us merely
Besides, all of you have thought too much about freezing, drowning,
suffocating, and other bodily dangers: none of you, however, have thought
of MY danger, namely, perishing of hunger-"
(Thus spake the soothsayer. When Zarathustra's animals, however, heard
these words, they ran away in terror. For they saw that all they had
brought home during the day would not be enough to fill the one
"Likewise perishing of thirst," continued the soothsayer. "And although I
hear water splashing here like words of wisdom--that is to say, plenteously
and unweariedly, I--want WINE!
Not every one is a born water-drinker like Zarathustra. Neither doth water
suit weary and withered ones: WE deserve wine--IT alone giveth immediate
vigour and improvised health!"
On this occasion, when the soothsayer was longing for wine, it happened
that the king on the left, the silent one, also found expression for once.
"WE took care," said he, "about wine, I, along with my brother the king on
the right: we have enough of wine,--a whole ass-load of it. So there is
nothing lacking but bread."
"Bread," replied Zarathustra, laughing when he spake, "it is precisely
bread that anchorites have not. But man doth not live by bread alone, but
also by the flesh of good lambs, of which I have two:
--THESE shall we slaughter quickly, and cook spicily with sage: it is so
that I like them. And there is also no lack of roots and fruits, good
enough even for the fastidious and dainty,--nor of nuts and other riddles