@Chumly,
That stuff isn't my cup of tea Chum. I like the way it wrings the grannie's hearts out like a dishcloth often is when it's the only way to remove the stains from the front of your kit. I bet some of them even sobbed.
I would have run to fetch mi dad. Holes don't get big all that quick. Anyway--I would have stayed the night with the blind man to keep his fire in all night and get his breakfast ready and to pump him about what the ****'s going on because mi dad didn't tell me much. An old blind man who has nobody to talk to would surely be a fount of wisdom. Where might he have been. How large his memories must have loomed.
And a story-teller, like Homer, would have known that. One can throw the damsel into the swollen river with a large number of literary devices, and have the hero rescue her and get drowned himself, or otherwise, but never forget that you, the story-teller, threw her in first. For fun.
It represents, though, the heroic nature of Christian virtue. Thus, you liberals, have to suspect it of being propaganda. To keep the masses down. Which would, of course, be a blasphemy of Christianity.
Really, the kid should be found two days later as stiff as a basque that's been hung out to dry in a frost. Hero dies. It's the way it is.
I would have plugged the dyke with some stones and mud. And that's if I had left the blind man or gone home another way. I might have said a prayer if I thought of it. Then run quick. I might have prayed running as well.
