Strona 494 z 626

There was once a king's son who had a bride whom he loved very

much. And when he was sitting beside her and very happy, news

came that his father lay sick unto death, and desired to see him

once again before his end. Then he said to his beloved: 'I must

now go and leave you, I give you a ring as a remembrance of me.

When I am king, I will return and fetch you.' So he rode away,

and when he reached his father, the latter was dangerously ill,

and near his death. He said to him: 'Dear son, I wished to see

you once again before my end, promise me to marry as I wish,' and

he named a certain king's daughter who was to be his wife. The

son was in such trouble that he did not think what he was doing,

and said: 'Yes, dear father, your will shall be done,' and

thereupon the king shut his eyes, and died.