So , mother , I have done : I want to see the favours I have done to my master , that he may do me the like . ' ` Good , ' replied the old woman , and they went to bed . In the morning , when light came , the gazelle was sick in its stomach and feverish , and its legs ached . And it said ` Mother ! ' And she answered , ` Here , my son ? ' And it said , ` Go and tell my master upstairs the gazelle is very ill . ' ` Very good , my son ; and if he should ask me what is the matter , what am I to say ? ' ` Tell him all my body aches badly ; I have no single part without pain . ' The old woman went upstairs , and she found the mistress and master sitting on a couch of marble spread with soft cushions , and they asked her , ` Well , old woman , what do you want ? ' ` To tell the master the gazelle is ill , ' said she . ` What is the matter ? ' asked the wife . ` All its body pains ; there is no part without pain . ' ` Well , what can I do ? Make some gruel of red millet , and give to it . ' But his wife stared and said : ` Oh , master , do you tell her to make the gazelle gruel out of red millet , which a horse would not eat ? Eh , master , that is not well . ' But he answered , ` Oh , you are mad ! Rice is only kept for people . ' ` Eh , master , this is not like a gazelle .
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