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The King who could not Slecp. 99
that whosoever came to cure him should be admitted.
When the poor little shepherdess saw the great and
mighty king sitting pale and wan on a crimson chair,
she burst out crying.
“Who art thou, and what is thy name?” the
king demanded.
“Lilian is my name, and I am only a poor girl,
tending swine and sheep at the farthest end of thy
kingdom.”
“And why dost thou come here ?”
“To help thee in thy great distress.”
The king dubiously shook his head, and said, “ It
were better for thee to return immediately to thy
home, for here death only awaits thee.”
But the child would not leave, but prayed she
might be allowed to speak to the king when alone.
When the courtiers had left, she went forward to
the king and said, “God grant I may not have
come too late to save thee, O king!”
“Where is thy remedy ?” Garm inquired.
“Follow me, and I will show it to thee,” and the
girl went to one of the windows of the palace looking
out upon the fragrant gardens.
The king rose astonished and followed her. When
he came to the window he looked earnestly, almost
severely, upon the girl, and repeated his question,
“Where is thy remedy?”
“There!” Lilian answered, and puinted to heaven.
The king’s brow lowered, and he called out angrily,
“Hast thou come here to mock me?”
“Oh no, I have come to teach thee to pray.”
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