They wore red shirts bound with gold braid , and were so much alike that one could hardly tell one from another . The messengers asked : ` Who owns this field of golden maize ? ' And the seven brothers answered : ` The field is ours . ' ` And who are you ? ' ` We are King Archidej 's labourers . ' These answers were repeated to the king , who ordered the brothers to be brought before him at once . On being asked who they were , the eldest said , bowing low : ` We , King Archidej , are your labourers , children of one father and mother , and we all have the same name , for each of us is called Simon . Our father taught us to be true to our king , and to till the ground , and to be kind to our neighbours . He also taught each of us a different trade which he thought might be useful to us , and he bade us not neglect our mother earth , which would be sure amply to repay our labour . ' The king was pleased with the honest peasant , and said : ` You have done well , good people , in planting your field , and now you have a golden harvest . But I should like each of you to tell me what special trades your father taught you . ' ` My trade , O king ! ' said the first Simon , ` is not an easy one . If you will give me some workmen and materials I will build you a great white pillar that shall reach far above the clouds . ' ` Very good , ' replied the king . ` And you , Simon the second , what is your trade ? ' ` Mine , your Majesty , needs no great cleverness . When my brother has built the pillar I can mount it , and from the top , far above the clouds , I can see what is happening : in every country under the sun . ' ` Good , ' said the king ; ` and Simon the third ? ' ` My work is very simple , sire .
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