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Story Of The King Who Would Be Stronger Than Fate
Once upon a time, far away in the east country, there lived a king who loved hunting so
much that, when once there was a deer in sight, he was careless of his own safety. Indeed,
he often became quite separated from his nobles and attendants, and in fact was
particularly fond of lonely adventures. Another of his favourite amusements was to give
out that he was not well, and could not be seen; and then, with the knowledge only of his
faithful Grand Wazeer, to disguise himself as a pedlar, load a donkey with cheap wares,
and travel about. In this way he found out what the common people said about him, and
how his judges and governors fulfilled their duties.
One day his queen presented him with a baby daughter as beautiful as the dawn, and the
king himself was so happy and delighted that, for a whole week, he forgot to hunt, and
spent the time in public and private rejoicing.
Not long afterwards, however, he went out after some deer which were to be found in a
far corner of his forests. In the course of the beat his dogs disturbed a beautiful snow-
white stag, and directly he saw it the king determined that he would have it at any cost.
So he put the spurs to his horse, and followed it as hard as he could gallop. Of course all
his attendants followed at the best speed that they could manage; but the king was so
splendidly mounted, and the stag was so swift, that, at the end of an hour, the king found
that only his favourite hound and himself were in the chase; all the rest were far, far
behind and out of sight.
Nothing daunted, however, he went on and on, till he perceived that he was entering a
valley with great rocky mountains on all sides, and that his horse was getting very tired
and trembled at every stride. Worse than all evening was already drawing on, and the sun
would soon set. In vain had he sent arrow after arrow at the beautiful stag. Every shot fell
short, or went wide of the mark; and at last, just as darkness was setting in, he lost sight
altogether of the beast. By this time his horse could hardly move from fatigue, his hound
staggered panting along beside him, he was far away amongst mountains where he had
never been before, and had quite missed his way, and not a human creature or dwelling
was in sight.
All this was very discouraging, but the king would not have minded if he had not lost that
beautiful stag. That troubled him a good deal, but he never worried over what he could
not help, so he got down from his horse, slipped his arm through the bridle, and led the
animal along the rough path in hopes of discovering some shepherd's hut, or, at least, a
cave or shelter under some rock, where he might pass the night.
Presently he heard the sound of rushing water, and made towards it. He toiled over a
steep rocky shoulder of a hill, and there, just below him, was a stream dashing down a
precipitous glen, and, almost beneath his feet, twinkling and flickering from the level of
the torrent, was a dim light as of a lamp. Towards this light the king with his horse and