The slave, a little embarrassed, but pleased and interested, took the jewelled cap most carefully. First he tried it on the king’s son. He saw that it suited the handsome lad, and yet somehow the slave was not quite satisfied: there seemed to him something lacking about the child. He tried it on the head of another and another, till at last he put it on his own little son.
There he saw that the cap fitted his child exactly. It became him wonderfully; it was just the right cap for him. So the slave took his son by the hand and led him to the king. Trembling a little with fear, he said “Sire, of all the children I find that the crown suits this one best of all. Indeed if I tell the truth I must say this, though I am ashamed to appear so bold; for indeed the boy is the son of my most unworthy self.”
Then the king and all those with him laughed very heartily as he thanked the slave and rewarded him with the same cap for his child, saying, “Certainly you have told me what i wished to know: it is the heart that perceives beauty.”
For the son of this slave was indeed a very ugly child, as the king and all those with him saw at a glance.
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¡Qué cuento tan lindo e ilustrador! Un Rey sabio y un esclavo atrevido pero humilde, que ve con los ojos del amor a su querido -aunque feo-, hijo. Muchas gracias Nawab.