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King Osman’s Friends. 131
When the old man saw that it was the king he
fell down on his knees and kissed the hem of his
garment, though it was more ragged even than his
own.
“My beloved king, all you see here is yours;
all, except a treasure which I have long hidden
from the world.”
“What! do you possess a treasure?” inquired
Osman. “I should like to behold it.”
“Stay, my king, and I will show it you.” The
old beggar went into an inner room, and returned
immediately, leading by the hand a young girl,
who was so beautiful that the blush of dawn grew
pale by her side, and the stars looked dim com-
pared with her eyes, as she raised them towards
Osman.
“Fall on your knees before your king,” said the
old man, and the girl knelt before the king, but he
raised her gently, saying:
“Were I still king you should sit by my side as
my queen. I thank you, old man, but I will not
take advantage of your kindness, for I am an out-
law, and whoever receives me in his house will
forfeit his life; so farewell!”
“Stay, my king! where I have hidden my treasure
from the eyes of the world, there will I also hide
you, and guard the threshold. Yes, to shelter you
will I sacrifice my life, and even that of my inno-
cent child.”
“We will meet again, my friend,” Osman answered;
“take your child with you, and come down to the
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