Kletke . Long time ago there lived a King who had three sons ; the eldest was called Szabo , the second Warza , and the youngest Iwanich . One beautiful spring morning the King was walking through his gardens with these three sons , gazing with admiration at the various fruit-trees , some of which were a mass of blossom , whilst others were bowed to the ground laden with rich fruit . During their wanderings they came unperceived on a piece of waste land where three splendid trees grew . The King looked on them for a moment , and then , shaking his head sadly , he passed on in silence . The sons , who could not understand why he did this , asked him the reason of his dejection , and the King told them as follows : ` These three trees , which I can not see without sorrow , were planted by me on this spot when I was a youth of twenty . A celebrated magician , who had given the seed to my father , promised him that they would grow into the three finest trees the world had ever seen . My father did not live to see his words come true ; but on his death-bed he bade me transplant them here , and to look after them with the greatest care , which I accordingly did . At last , after the lapse of five long years , I noticed some blossoms on the branches , and a few days later the most exquisite fruit my eyes had ever seen . ' I gave my head-gardener the strictest orders to watch the trees carefully , for the magician had warned my father that if one unripe fruit were plucked from the tree , all the rest would become rotten at once . When it was quite ripe the fruit would become a golden yellow . ` Every day I gazed on the lovely fruit , which became gradually more and more tempting-looking , and it was all I could do not to break the magician 's commands . ` One night I dreamt that the fruit was perfectly ripe ; I ate some of it , and it was more delicious than anything I had ever tasted in real life . As soon as I awoke I sent for the gardener and asked him if the fruit on the three trees had not ripened in the night to perfection . ` But instead of replying , the gardener threw himself at my feet and swore that he was innocent . He said that he had watched by the trees all night , but in spite of it , and as if by magic , the beautiful trees had been robbed of all their fruit . ` Grieved as I was over the theft , I did not punish the gardener , of whose fidelity I was well assured , but I determined to pluck off all the fruit in the following year before it was ripe , as I had not much belief in the magician 's warning . ' I carried out my intention , and had all the fruit picked off the tree , but when I tasted one of the apples it was bitter and unpleasant , and the next morning the rest of the fruit had all rotted away . ` After this I had the beautiful fruit of these trees carefully guarded by my most faithful servants ; but every year , on this very night , the fruit was plucked and stolen by an invisible hand , and next morning not a single apple remained on the trees . For some time past I have given up even having the trees watched . '
When the King had finished his story , Szabo , his eldest son , said XXXXX him : ` Forgive me , father , if I say I think you are mistaken .
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