‘I? every poor man I found, I gave him money; and for poor girls I paid the cost of their marriage.’
The king said, ‘My youngest son will care well for the poor. Take another hundred thousand piastres.’
The lad departed. Here, there, he spent his money; twelve piastres remained to him. Some Jews dug up a corpse and beat it.
‘What do you want of him, that you are beating him?’
‘Twelve piastres we want of him.’
‘I’ll give you them if you will let him be.’
He gave the money, they let the dead man be. He arose and departed. As the lad goes the dead man followed him. ‘Where go you?’ the dead man asked.
‘I am going for a walk.’
‘I’ll come too; we’ll go together; we will be partners.’ [[2]]
‘So be it.’