The Shepherd set his needlework on the table before him, and then folding his hands in front of him. The Shepherd smiled pleasantly back at the duke.

"Proudest of the goats,
Tries to command the shepherd,
And makes fine mutton."

He drummed his fingers on the table one-by-one. "As for myself, I couldn't tell you what use I am. I don't particularly know what use I am either. But you seem to."