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King Osman’s Friends. 133
lily ; and the friends who had driven him from their
feast stood trembling and with downcast eyes. All
was silent as the grave, only the voice of the old
beggar was heard calling out, “ Welcome, my king,
welcome!”
When the ships touched the banks the warriors on
one of them disembarked, and ranged themselves in
two files in front of the king’s galley awaiting his
commands.
The king looked severely, but yet sorrowfully
at the multitude, and a deep sigh stole from the
depth of his heart before he raised his voice:
“You, Maltos, called yourself ‘the best and most
faithful friend of the king,’ and yet you would have
plunged a dagger into his heart. You, Zirma, pro-
mised to love me as long as your heart beat, and yet
you abandoned me for another. All ye, who yesterday
revelled at the feast, had vowed to me friendship to
the death, and yet ye drove me like a dog away.
Now all of ye ascend that vessel!”
The warriors seized Maltos and Zirma, and all
those who had driven the king from the feast, and
brought them on board the vessel, which was pushed
out without a rudder to follow the current of the
river to the sea, where the faithless friends soon after-
wards perished together in the stormy waves.
And the king again raised his voice and said,
“You who would not promise me friendship, but
who still would sacrifice everything for me, come here
and sit on my right hand; and the treasure which
‘you have hidden from the eyes of the world, give that
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