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her heart on his making a kaftan.

The worthy Labakan laughed to himself. โ€˜If that is all she wants,โ€™ thought he, โ€˜her majesty will soon be pleased to own me.โ€™

Two rooms were prepared, with pieces of material, scissors, needles and threads, and each young man was shut up in one of them.

The king felt rather curious as to what sort of garment his son would make, and the queen, too, was very anxious as to the result of her experiment.

On the third day they sent for the two young men and their work. Labakan came first and spread out his kaftan before the eyes of the astonished king. โ€˜See, father,โ€™ he said; โ€˜see, my honoured mother, if this is not a masterpiece of work. Iโ€™ll bet the court tailor himself cannot do better.

The queen smiled and turned to Omar: โ€˜And what have you done, my son?โ€™

Impatiently he threw the stuff and scissors down on the floor. โ€˜I have been taught how to manage a horse, to draw a sword, and to throw a lance some sixty paces, but I never learnt to sew, and such a thing would have been thought beneath the notice of the pupil of Elfi Bey, the ruler of Cairo.โ€™

โ€˜Ah, true son of your father,โ€™ cried the queen; โ€˜if only I might embrace you and call you son! Forgive me, my lord and husband,โ€™ she added, turning to the king, โ€˜for trying to find out the truth in this way. Do you not see yourself now which is the prince and which the tailor? Certainly this kaftan is a very fine one, but I should like to know what master taught this young man how to make clothes.โ€™

The king sat deep in thought, looking now at his wife and now at Labakan, who was doing his best to hide his vexation at his own stupidity. At last the king said: โ€˜Even this trial does not satisfy me; but happily I know of a sure way to discover whether or not I have been deceived.โ€™

He ordered his swiftest horse to be saddled, mounted, and rode off alone into a forest at some little distance. Here lived a kindly fairy called Adolzaide, who had often helped the kings of his race with her good advice, and to her he betook himself.

In the middle of the forest was a wide open space surrounded by great cedar trees, and this was supposed to be the fairyโ€™s favourite spot. When the king reached this place he dismounted, tied his horse to the tree, and standing in the middle of the open place said: โ€˜If it is true that you have helped my ancestors in their time of need, do not despise their descendant, but give me counsel, for that of men has failed me.โ€™

He had hardly finished speaking when one of the cedar trees opened, and a veiled figure all dressed in white stepped from it.

โ€˜I know your errand, King Sached,โ€™ she said; โ€˜it is an honest one, and I will give you my help. Take these two little boxes and let the two men who claim to be your son choose between them. I know that the real prince will make no mistake.โ€™

She then handed him two little boxes made of ivory set with gold and pearls. On the lid of each (which the king vainly tried to open) was an inscription in diamonds. On one stood the words โ€˜Honour and Glory,โ€™ and on the other โ€˜Wealth and Happiness.โ€™

โ€˜It would be a hard choice,โ€™ thought the king as he rode home.

He lost no time in sending for the queen and for all his court, and when all were assembled he made a sign, and Labakan was led in. With a proud air he walked up to the throne, and kneeling down, asked:

โ€˜What does my lord and father command?โ€™

The king replied: โ€˜My son, doubts have been thrown on your claim to that name. One of these boxes contains the proofs of your birth. Choose for yourself. No doubt you will choose right.โ€™

He then pointed to the ivory boxes, which were placed on two little tables near the throne.

Labakan rose and looked at the boxes. He thought for some minutes, and then said: โ€˜My honoured father, what can be better than the happiness of being your son, and what nobler than the riches of your love. I choose the box with the words โ€œWealth and Happiness.โ€โ€™

โ€˜We shall see presently if you have chosen the right one. For the present take a seat there beside the Pacha of Medina,โ€™ replied the king.

Omar was next led in, looking sad and sorrowful. He threw himself down before the throne and asked what was the kingโ€™s pleasure. The king pointed out the two boxes to him, and he rose and went to the tables. He carefully read the two mottoes and said: โ€˜The last few days have shown me how uncertain is happiness and how easily riches vanish away. Should I lose a crown by it I make my choice of โ€œHonour and Glory.โ€โ€™

He laid his hand on the box as he spoke, but the king signed to him to wait, and ordered Labakan to come to the other table and lay his hand on the box he had chosen.

Then the king rose from his throne, and in solemn silence all present rose too, whilst he said: โ€˜Open the boxes, and may Allah show us the truth.โ€™

The boxes were opened with the greatest ease. In the one Omar had chosen lay a little gold crown and sceptre on a velvet cushion. In Labakanโ€™s box was foundโ€”a large needle with some thread!

The king told the two young men to bring him their boxes. They did so. He took the crown in his hand, and as he held it, it grew bigger and bigger, till it was as large as a real crown. He placed it on the head of his son Omar, kissed him on the forehead, and placed him on his right hand. Then, turning to Labakan, he said: โ€˜There is an old proverb, โ€œThe cobbler sticks to his last.โ€ It seems as though you were to stick to your needle. You have not deserved any mercy, but I cannot be harsh on this day. I give you your life, but I advise you to leave this country as fast as you can.โ€™

Full of shame, the unlucky tailor could not answer. He flung himself down before Omar, and with tears in his eyes asked: โ€˜Can you forgive me, prince?โ€™

โ€˜Go in peace,โ€™ said Omar as he raised him.

โ€˜Oh, my true son!โ€™ cried the king as he clasped the prince in his arms, whilst all the pachas and emirs shouted, โ€˜Long live Prince Omar!โ€™

In the midst of all the noise and rejoicing Labakan slipped off with his little box under his arm. He went to the stables, saddled his old horse, Murva, and rode out of the gate towards Alexandria. Nothing but the ivory box with its diamond motto was left to show him that the last few weeks had not been a dream.

When he reached Alexandria he rode up to his old masterโ€™s door. When he entered the shop, his master came forward to ask what was his pleasure, but as soon as he saw who it was he called his workmen, and they all fell on Labakan with blows and angry words, till at last he fell, half fainting, on a heap of old clothes.

The master then scolded him soundly about the stolen robe, but in vain Labakan told him he had come to pay for it and offered three times its price. They only fell to beating him again, and at last pushed him out of the house more dead than alive.

He could do nothing but remount his horse and ride to an inn. Here he found a quiet place in which to rest his bruised and battered limbs and to think over his many misfortunes. He fell asleep fully determined to give up trying to be great, but to lead the life of an honest workman.

Next morning he set to work to fulfil his good resolutions. He sold his little box to a jeweller for a good price, bought a house and opened a workshop. Then he hung up a sign with, โ€˜Labakan, Tailor,โ€™ over his door, and sat down to mend his own torn clothes with the very needle which had been in the ivory box.

After a while he was called away, and when he went back to his work he found a wonderful thing had happened! The needle was sewing away all by itself and making the neatest little stitches, such as Labakan had never been able to make even at his best.

Certainly even the smallest gift of a kind fairy is of great value, and this one had yet another advantage, for the thread never came to an end, however much the needle sewed.

Labakan soon got plenty of customers. He used to cut out the clothes, make the first stitch with the magic needle, and then leave it to do the rest. Before long the whole town went to him, for his work was both so good and so cheap. The only puzzle was how he could do so much, working all alone, and also why he worked with closed doors.

And so the promise on the ivory box of โ€˜Wealth and Happinessโ€™ came true for him, and when he heard of all the brave doings of Prince Omar, who was the pride and darling of his people and the terror of his enemies, the ex-prince thought to himself, โ€˜After all, I am better off as a tailor, for โ€œHonour and Gloryโ€ are apt to be very dangerous things.โ€™

 

The Colony Of Cats

Long, long ago, as far back as the time when animals spoke, there lived a community of cats in a deserted house they had taken possession of not far from a large town. They had everything they could possibly desire for their comfort, they were well fed and well lodged, and if by any chance an unlucky mouse was stupid enough to venture in their way, they caught it, not to eat it, but for the pure pleasure of catching it. The old people of the town related how they had heard their parents speak of a time when the whole country was so overrun with rats and mice that there was not so much as a grain of corn nor an ear of maize to be gathered in the fields; and it might be out of gratitude to the cats who had rid the country of these plagues that their descendants were allowed to live in peace. No one knows where they got the money to pay for everything, nor who paid it, for all this happened so very long ago. But one thing is certain, they were rich enough to keep a servant; for though they lived very happily together, and did not scratch nor fight more than human beings would have done, they were not clever enough to do the housework themselves, and preferred at all events to have some one to cook their meat, which they would have scorned to eat raw. Not only were they very difficult to please about the housework, but most women quickly tired of living alone with only cats for companions, consequently they never kept a servant long; and it had become a saying in the town, when anyone found herself reduced to her last penny: โ€˜I will go and live with the cats,โ€™ and so many a poor woman actually did.

Now Lizina was not happy at home, for her mother, who was a widow, was much fonder of her elder daughter; so that often the younger one fared very badly,

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