In fact , the more he considered the matter , the more he felt that he would be wise to put a good face on it , and to let people suppose that he had really brought about the marriage of his own free will . So , when the young couple arrived , the king received them with all state , and gave his son-in-law a province to govern . Nur Mahomed soon proved himself as able and honourable a governor as he was a brave soldier ; and , when the old king died , he became king in his place , and reigned long and happily . Nur Mahomed 's old mother lived for a long time in her ` son 's ' palace , and died in peace . The princess , his wife , although she had got her husband by a trick , found that she could not trick HIM , and so she never tried , but busied herself in teaching her children and scolding her maids . As for the old hermit , no trace of him was ever discovered ; but the cave is there , and the leaves lie thick in front of it unto this day . -LSB- Told the writer by an Indian . -RSB- Story of Wali Dad the Simple-Hearted Once upon a time there lived a poor old man whose name was Wali Dad Gunjay , or Wali Dad the Bald . He had no relations , but lived all by himself in a little mud hut some distance from any town , and made his living by cutting grass in the jungle , and selling it as fodder for horses . He only earned by this five halfpence a day ; but he was a simple old man , and needed so little out of it , that he saved up one halfpenny daily , and spent the rest upon such food and clothing as he required . In this way he lived for many years until , one night , he thought that he would count the money he had hidden away in the great earthen pot under the floor of his hut . So he set to work , and with much trouble he pulled the bag out on to the floor , and sat gazing in astonishment at the heap of coins which tumbled out of it . What should he do with them all ? he wondered . But he never thought of spending the money on himself , because he was content to pass the rest of his days as he had been doing for ever so long , and he really had no desire for any greater comfort or luxury . At last he threw all the money into an old sack , which he pushed under his bead , and then , rolled in his ragged old blanket , he went off to sleep . Early next morning he staggered off with his sack of money to the shop of a jeweller , whom he knew in the town , and bargained with him for a beautiful little gold bracelet . With this carefully wrapped up in his cotton waistband he went to the house of a rich friend , who was a travelling merchant , and used to wander about with his camels and merchandise through many countries . Wali Dad was lucky enough to find him at home , so he sat down , and after a little talk he asked the merchant who was the most virtuous and beautiful lady he had ever met with . The merchant replied that the princess of Khaistan was renowned everywhere as well for the beauty of her person as for the kindness and generosity of her disposition .
` Then , ' said Wali Dad , ` next time you go that way , give her this little bracelet , XXXXX the respectful compliments of one who admires virtue far more than he desires wealth . '
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