The bell of justice had hung in its place for many years.
Many times it had been rung by the poor and needy, and justice had been done.
At length the old rope became worn with use and age.
When it was taken down, another rope, long enough and strong enough, could not be found. So the king had to send away for one.
"What if some one should need help while the rope is down?" cried the people. "We must find something to take its place."
So one of the men cut a long grapevine and fastened it to the great bell.
It was in the springtime, and green shoots and leaves hung from the grapevine rope.
Near Atri, there lived a rich old soldier.
This soldier owned a horse that had been with him through many battles.
The horse had grown old and lame, and was no longer able to work.