In horror, the forester drops his bow and runs to the child. He carefully picks the injured boy up and runs to the village. The forester delivers the boy to the house of the old woman who know of herbs, were she quickly rushes everyone out so that she might work. Times passed, as time does. The boy survives and the forester now tends sheep.
More time passes and the child is no longer a child but a young man.
He stands in his field watching his son work. The son, stops his work and ponders a thought, then looks to his father. The child, now the father watches as his son come toward him.