Stories from the Old Attic

	
child when the woodcutter brought it to the holy house.  

"You willingly gave me your son, even though I was evil?" the king 
asked in disbelief.

"I loved you," the lady in waiting said simply.  "And I loved my 
son--our son--more."

When he realized how unjust and hypocritical he had been toward the 
lady, the princess, and the queen, the king was so overwhelmed with 
shame and humiliation that he fell to his knees and began pulling on 
his hair and sobbing loudly.  His crying was the only sound in the 
room until the queen spoke.

"I forgive you, my husband and my king," she said.  "And I love you."

"You love me?" the king asked, rising and turning to her with 
astonishment.  "You love me after I have banished your daughter and 
proven unfaithful to you?"  But there was no answer, for the queen 
had already closed her eyes for the last time.

The king stood as one who had been stunned.  He could not speak or 
think.  As he sat down in a stupor at the foot of the queen's bed, 
the prince suddenly spoke. "I have found a mother today," he said.  
"I must now find a sister, too.  I shall leave immediately in 
search of her."

"No!" the king yelled, standing up.  But then, recollecting himself, 
he said, "No, you're right.  You must go from me and find your sister."

In the days to come, as the king sat alone in his richly tapestried 
rooms, he had many hours to think over the events that had formed 
his life and to ask himself whether there was not in love some 
quality that can be shown only in sacrifice, not in advantage; only 
in surrender, and not in triumph.



The Fly and the Elephant

A fly sat on an elephant's back.  When the elephant shuffled down a 
dirt road, the fly said, "What a dust we are making!"  When the 
elephant trudged knee-deep in the mud, the fly said, "How heavy 
we are!"



The Man Who Talked Backwards

There was once a bizarre old philosopher who always seemed to say 
the opposite of what those who sought his advice expected.  So 	
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