Can
you not assist these poor beggars at once?"
"In what way?" demanded the King.
"By giving them money from your full coffers."
"Nonsense!" again cried the King, this time with real anger; "you have
heard what the Chamberlain said: we always have beggars, and none, as
yet, have starved to death. Besides, I must use the money for the
grand ball and tourney next month, as I have promised the ladies of
the court a carnival of unusual magnificence."
The Prince did not reply to this, but remained in silent thought,
wondering what he might do to ease the suffering he feared existed on
every hand amongst the poor of the kingdom. He had hoped to persuade
the King to assist these beggars, but since the interview with the
officers of the court he had lost heart and despaired of influencing
his royal father in any way.
Suddenly the King spoke.
"Let us dismiss this subject, Lilimond, for it only serves to distress
us both, and no good can come of it. You have nearly made me forget it
is your birthday. Now listen, my son: I am much pleased with you, and
thank God that he has given me such a successor for my crown, for I
perceive your mind is as beautiful as your person, and that you will
in time be fitted to rule the land with wisdom and justice. Therefore
I promise, in honor of your birthday, to grant any desire you may
express, provided it lies within my power.
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