<h3><SPAN name="chap205"></SPAN>Legend 4 Poverty and Humility Lead to Heaven</h3>
<p>There was once a King’s son who went out into the world, and he was full
of thought and sad. He looked at the sky, which was so beautifully pure and
blue, then he sighed, and said, “How well must all be with one up there
in heaven!” Then he saw a poor gray-haired man who was coming along the
road towards him, and he spoke to him, and asked, “How can I get to
heaven?” The man answered, “By poverty and humility. Put on my
ragged clothes, wander about the world for seven years, and get to know what
misery is, take no money, but if thou art hungry ask compassionate hearts for a
bit of bread; in this way thou wilt reach heaven.”</p>
<p>Then the King’s son took off his magnificent coat, and wore in its place
the beggar’s garment, went out into the wide world, and suffered great
misery. He took nothing but a little food, said nothing, but prayed to the Lord
to take him into his heaven. When the seven years were over, he returned to his
father’s palace, but no one recognized him. He said to the servants,
“Go and tell my parents that I have come back again.” But the
servants did not believe it, and laughed and left him standing there. Then said
he, “Go and tell it to my brothers that they may come down, for I should
so like to see them again.” The servants would not do that either, but at
last one of them went, and told it to the King’s children, but these did
not believe it, and did not trouble themselves about it. Then he wrote a letter
to his mother, and described to her all his misery, but he did not say that he
was her son. So, out of pity, the Queen had a place under the stairs assigned
to him, and food taken to him daily by two servants. But one of them was
ill-natured and said, “Why should the beggar have the good food?”
and kept it for himself, or gave it to the dogs, and took the weak, wasted-away
beggar nothing but water; the other, however, was honest, and took the beggar
what was sent to him. It was little, but he could live on it for a while, and
all the time he was quite patient, but he grew continually weaker. As, however,
his illness increased, he desired to receive the last sacrament. When the host
was being elevated down below, all the bells in the town and neighbourhood
began to ring. After mass the priest went to the poor man under the stairs, and
there he lay dead. In one hand he had a rose, in the other a lily, and beside
him was a paper in which was written his history.</p>
<p>When he was buried, a rose grew on one side of his grave, and a lily on the
other.</p>
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