The boxes were opened with the greatest ease . In the one Omar had chosen lay a little gold crown and sceptre on a velvet cushion . In Labakan 's box was found -- a large needle with some thread ! The king told the two young men to bring him their boxes . They did so . He took the crown in his hand , and as he held it , it grew bigger and bigger , till it was as large as a real crown . He placed it on the head of his son Omar , kissed him on the forehead , and placed him on his right hand . Then , turning to Labakan , he said : ` There is an old proverb , `` The cobbler sticks to his last . '' It seems as though you were to stick to your needle . You have not deserved any mercy , but I can not be harsh on this day . I give you your life , but I advise you to leave this country as fast as you can . ' Full of shame , the unlucky tailor could not answer . He flung himself down before Omar , and with tears in his eyes asked : ` Can you forgive me , prince ? ' ` Go in peace , ' said Omar as he raised him . ` Oh , my true son ! ' cried the king as he clasped the prince in his arms , whilst all the pachas and emirs shouted , ` Long live Prince Omar ! ' In the midst of all the noise and rejoicing Labakan slipped off with his little box under his arm . He went to the stables , saddled his old horse , Murva , and rode out of the gate towards Alexandria . Nothing but the ivory box with its diamond motto was left to show him that the last few weeks had not been a dream . When he reached Alexandria he rode up to his old master 's door .
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