The first rays of the rising sun woke the happy tailor . As he began to saddle his horse and prepare to ride to the pillar , he could not help having some remorseful thoughts of the trick he had played and the blighted hopes of the real prince . But the die was cast , and his vanity whispered that he was as fine looking a young man as the proudest king might wish his son to be , and that , moreover , what had happened had happened . With these thoughts he summoned up all his courage sprang on his horse , and in less than a quarter of an hour was at the foot of the hill . Here he dismounted , tied the horse to a bush , and , drawing out Prince Omar 's dagger climbed up the hill . At the foot of the pillar stood six men round a tall and stately person . His superb robe of cloth of gold was girt round him by a white cashmere shawl , and his white , richly jewelled turban showed that he was a man of wealth and high rank . Labakan went straight up to him , and , bending low , handed him the dagger , saying : ` Here am I whom you seek . ' ` Praised be the Prophet who has preserved you ! replied the old man with tears of joy . 'Em brace me , my dear son Omar ! ' The proud tailor was deeply moved by these solemn words , and with mingled shame and joy sank into the old king 's arms . But his happiness was not long unclouded . As he raised his head he saw a horseman who seemed trying to urge a tired or unwilling horse across the plain . Only too soon Labakan recognised his own old horse , Murva , and the real Prince Omar , but having once told a lie he made up his mind not to own his deceit . At last the horseman reached the foot of the hill . Here he flung himself from the saddle and hurried up to the pillar . ` Stop ! ' he cried , ` whoever you may be , and do not let a disgraceful impostor take you in . My name is Omar , and let no one attempt to rob me of it . '
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