A village chief passed with his son through the centre of the imperial army. In the presence of such pomp and splendour the man displayed humility and fled, through fear, into a corner.
“After all,” observed his son, “thou art a village chief, and in chieftaincy greater than the nobles. Why dost thou tremble like a willow tree?”
“True,” replied his father. “I am a chief and a ruler, but my honour lies as far as my village.”
Thus are the saints overwhelmed with fear when they stand in the court of their King.