Summary of the proud king


                                             Summary of the proud king

THERE was once a king who ruled over many lands; he went to war, and added one country after another to his kingdom. At last he came to be emperor, and that is as much as any
man can be. One night, after he was crowned emperor, he lay awake and thought about himself. “Surely,” he said, “no one can be
greater than I am, on earth or in
heaven.” The proud king fell asleep with these thoughts. When he awoke, the day was fair, and he looked out on thepleasant world. “Come,” he said to the men about him; “to-day we will go a- hunting.” The horses were brought, the dogs came leaping, the horns sounded, and the proud king with his courtiers rode off to the sport. They had hunted all the morning, and were now in a deep wood. In the fields the sun had beat upon their heads, and they were glad of the shade of the trees; but the proud king wished for something more. He saw a lake not far off, and he said to his men:—
“Bide ye here, while I bathe in
the lake and cool myself.”
Then he rode apart till he came to the shore of the lake. There he got down from his horse, laid aside his clothes, and plunged into the cool water. He swam about, and sometimes dived beneath the surface, and so was once more cool and fresh. Now while the proud king was swimming away from the shore and diving to the bottom, there came one who had the same face and form as the king. He drew near the shore, dressed himself in the king’s clothes, mounted the king’s horse and rode
away. So when the proud king was once more cool and fresh, and came to the place where he had left his clothes and his horse, there were no clothes to be seen, and no horse.
The proud king looked about, but saw no man. He called, but no one heard him. The air was mild, but the wood was dark, and no sunshine came through to warm him after his cool
bath. He walked by the shore of the lake and cast about in his mind what he should do.
“I have it,” he cried at last.
“Not far from here lives a knight. It was but a few days ago that I made him a knight and gave him a castle. I will go to him, and he will be glad enough to clothe his king.”
The proud king wove some. reeds into a mat and bound the mat about him, and then he walked to the castle of the knight. He beat loudly at the gate of the castle and called for the porter. The porter came and stood behind the gate. He did not draw the. bolt at once, but asked:—
“Who is there?”
“Open the gate,” said the proud
king, “and you will see who I am.”
The porter opened the gate, and was amazedat what he saw.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Wretch!” said the proud king; “I am the emperor. Go to your master.Bid him come to me with clothes. I have lost both clothes and horse.” “A pretty emperor!” the porter laughed. “The great emperor was here not an hour ago. He came with his court from a hunt. My master was with him and sat at meat with him. But. stay you here. I will call my master. Oh, yes! I will show him the emperor,” and the porter wagged his beard and laughed, and went within. He came forth again with theknight and pointed at the proud king.
“There is the emperor!” he said.
“Look at him! look at the great
“Draw near,” said the proud kingto the knight, “and kneel to me. I gave thee this castle. I made thee knight. I give thee now a greater gift. I give thee the chance to clothe thy emperor with clothes of thine own.”
“You dog!” cried the knight.
“You fool! I have just ridden with the
emperor, and have come back to my
castle. Here!” he shouted to his
servants, “beat this fellow and drive him away from the gate.”
The porter looked on and laughed.
“Lay on well,” he said to the other servants. “It is not every day that you can flog an emperor.”
Then they beat the proud king,
and drove him from the gate of the
castle. “Base knight!” said the proud
king. “I gave him all he has, and this is how he repays me. I will punish him when I sit on my throne again. I will go to the duke who lives not far. away. Him I have known all my days. He will know me. He will know his emperor.”
So he came to the gate of the
duke’s great hall, and knocked three times. At the third knock the porter opened the gate, and saw before him a man clad only in a mat of reeds, and stained and bleeding.
“Go, I pray you, to the duke,” said the proud king, “and bid him come to me. Say to him that the emperor stands at the gate. He has been robbed of his clothes and of his horse. Go quickly to your master.” The porter closed the gate between them, and went within to the
duke. “Your Grace,” said he, “there is a madman at the gate. He is unclad and wild. He bade me come to you and tell you that he was the emperor.” “Here is a strange thing indeed,”
said the duke; “I will see it for myself.”
So he went to the gate, followed by his servants, and when the porter
opened it there stood the proud king.
The proud king knew the duke, but the
duke saw only a bruised and beaten
madman. “Do you not know me?” cried the proud king. “I am your emperor. Only this morning you were on the hunt with me. I left you that I might bathe in the lake. While I was in the water, some wretch took both my clothes and my horse, and I—I have been beaten by a base knight.” “Put him in chains,” said the duke to his servants. “It is not safe to
have such a man free. Give him some straw to lie on, and some bread and water.”
The duke turned away and went back to his hall, where his friends sat at table.
“That was a strange thing,” he
said. “There was a madman at the
gate, he must have been in the wood
this morning, for he told me that I was
on the hunt with the emperor, and so I
was; and he told me that the emperor
went apart to bathe in the lake, and so
he did. But he said that some one
stole the clothes and the horse of the
emperor, yet the emperor rode back to
us cool and fresh, and clothed and on
his horse. And he said”—And the duke
looked around on his guests.
“What did he say?”
“He said that he was the
Then the guests fell to talking
and laughing, and soon forgot the
strange thing. But the proud king lay in
a dark prison, far even from [7] the
servants of the duke. He lay on straw,
and chains bound his feet.
“What is this that has come
upon me?” he said. “Am I brought so
low? Am I so changed that even the
duke does not know me? At least there
is one who will know me, let me wear
what I may.”
Then, by much labor, he loosed
the chains that bound him, and fled in
the night from the duke’s prison. When
the morning came, he stood at the
door of his own palace. He stood there
awhile; perhaps some one would open
the door and let him in. But no one
came, and the proud king lifted his
hand and knocked; he knocked at the
door of his own palace. The porter
came at last and looked at him.
“Who are you?” he asked, “and
what do you want?”
“Do you not know me?” cried
the proud king. “I am your master. I
am the king. I am the emperor. Let me
pass;” and he would have thrust him
aside. But the porter was a strong
man; he stood in the doorway, and
would not let the proud king enter.
“You my master! you the
emperor! poor fool, look here!” and he
held the proud king by the arm while
he pointed to a hall beyond. [8] There
sat the emperor on his throne, and by
his side was the queen.
“Let me go to her! she will know
me,” cried the proud king, and he tried
to break away from the porter. The
noise without was heard in the hall.
The nobles came out, and last of all
came the emperor and the queen.
When the proud king saw these two, he
could not speak. He was choked with
rage and fear, and he knew not what.
“You know me!” at last he cried.
“I am your lord and husband.”
The queen shrank back.
“Friends,” said the man who
stood by her, “what shall be done to
this wretch?”
“Kill him,” said one.
“Put out his eyes,” said another.
“Beat him,” said a third.
Then they all hustled the proud
king out of the palace court. Each one
gave him a blow, and so he was thrust
out, and the door was shut behind
The proud king fled, he knew
not whither. He wished he were dead.
By and by he came to the lake where
he had bathed. He sat down on the
shore. It was like a dream, but he
knew he was awake, for he was cold
and hungry and [9] faint. Then he knelt
on the ground and beat his breast, and
“I am no emperor. I am no king.
I am a poor, sinful man. Once I
thought there was no one greater than
I, on earth or in heaven. Now I know
that I am nothing, and there is no one
so poor and so mean. God forgive me
for my pride.”
As he said this, tears stood in
his eyes. He wiped them away and
rose to his feet. Close by him he saw
the clothes which he had once laid
aside. Near at hand was his horse,
eating the soft grass. The king put on
his clothes; he mounted his horse and
rode to his palace. As he drew near,
the door opened and servants came
forth. One held his horse; another
helped him dismount. The porter
bowed low.
“I marvel I did not see thee pass
out, my lord,” he said.
The king entered, and again saw
the nobles in the great hall. There
stood the queen also, and by her side
was the man who called himself
emperor. But the queen and the nobles
did not look at him; they looked at the
king, and came forward to meet him.
This man also came forward,
but he was clad in shining white, and
not in the robes of the [10] emperor.
The king bowed his head before him.
“I am thy angel,” said the man.
“Thou wert proud, and made thyself to
be set on high. Therefore thou hast
been brought low. I have watched over
thy kingdom. Now I give it back to
thee, for thou art once again humble,
and the humble only are fit to rule.”
Then the angel disappeared. No
one else heard his voice, and the
nobles thought the king had bowed to them. So the king once more sat on the throne, and ruled wisely and humbly ever after.

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