Page 13 - The Youth and the Lamp

dark place and left. Now mother,
you_have to go to the king and tell
him that I would marry his daughter.
- Surely the king will throw me
down the stairs, my son.
- Just go!
The poor old woman went to the
palace, and trembling with fear said to
the king:
- Majesty, my son wants to marry
your daughter.
-Why not?- answered the king.
- Majesty, my son is poor, he is just
handsome.
- Do not worry. If he can build a
golden palace in front of mine and a
fountain of gold, I'll give him my
daughter.Tu vacci. 13