The withered old lady sat on the doorstep of her hovel offering the people walking by the same trade. “If you give me a word, I shall give you fine clothes.” This day I happened to be walking past the house of the old crone and lo, the offer was made. “If you give me a word, I shall give you fine clothes.” I asked the lady what was the word she was in search of, which she replied, “The word I wish for is that of the divine.” I gave her the word and she gave me my clothes.

 

From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories

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