“Don’t mind her,” said Goldenhand. “She is very pretty, but she can give you no fine houses, no rich food, no soft beds, no willing servants.”
“I can give you what is better than all these; I can give you a conscience void of offence before God and man.”
“Don’t stop to hear her prate; but come with me, and I will show you the Palace of Luxury, in which you may live and be happy, if you will only serve me faithfully, and not bother your head with Pureheart’s nonsense,” said Goldenhand.
“Be wise, Seekpeace, and do not take a step which you will regret when it is too late to repent,” urged Pureheart.
Then Seekpeace was sorely perplexed. Goldenhand promised him ever so many fine things; and Pureheart, beautiful as she was, said nothing about great houses, soft clothing, and downy beds.
After thinking a long time, he told the giant he would go with him and see the Palace of Luxury. Then he saw the tears in the eyes of Pureheart, as she turned to leave him.
Goldenhand took his arm, and presently they reached the Palace of Luxury. The doors were thrown wide open to them, and the giant pointed out the splendid carpets, the rich furniture, the soft beds, the tables loaded with all the good things of every clime, the spicy gardens, and every thing that could please the senses.
“Now will you come with me?” asked Goldenhand.
“What am I to do?”
“You see that cottage yonder. In it lives a widow, with three small children. She has a hundred pieces of gold in the house. Go and take it from her. You shall have it all for your own.”