Then water is brought, and the king washes his hands and begins to eat and says:
I was hungry, now I am thirsty. Bring me wine, and no delay about it, my servant, son of Getro.
The boy, hearing this, shall sigh deeply, saying to himself:
Alas! Alas, poor me! I should like to die, for as long as I live, I shall never be free.
The king, addressing the boy:
Why dost thou sigh so? What ails thee? What dost thou want?
The boy:
I was thinking of my misery, of my father and my native land. I began to sigh, and said to myself, “It is a year to-day since I entered this country, and was made a miserable slave, subject to royal power.”
The king: