He bade the king farewell and departed.
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THE THREE CITRONS
THE STORY OF A PRINCE WHO CLIMBED THE GLASS HILL
THE THREE CITRONS
ONCE upon a time there was an aged king who had an only son. One day he called the prince to him and said: “My son, you see that my head is white. Soon I shall be closing my eyes and you are not yet settled in life. Marry, my son, marry at once so that I can bless you before I die.”