But one youth always lingered longer than the rest , and night would still see him engaged in the search , though his clothes stuck to his skin and his teeth chattered . One day , when the king was lying on his bed racked with pain , he heard the noise of a scuffle going on in his antechamber , and rang a golden bell that stood by his side to summon one of his servants . ` Sire , ' answered the attendant , when the king inquired what was the matter , ` the noise you heard was caused by a young man from the town , who has had the impudence to come here to ask if he may measure your majesty 's foot , so as to make you another slipper in place of the lost one . ' ` And what have you done to the youth ? ' said the king . ` The servants pushed him out of the palace , and , added a few blows to teach him not to be insolent , ' replied the man . ` Then they did very ill , ' answered the king , with a frown . ` He came here from kindness , and there was no reason to maltreat him . ' ` Oh , my lord , he had the audacity to wish to touch your majesty 's sacred person -- he , a good-for-nothing boy , a mere shoemaker 's apprentice , perhaps ! And even if he could make shoes to perfection they would be no use without the soothing balsam . ' The king remained silent for a few moments , then he said : ` Never mind . Go and fetch the youth and bring him to me . I would gladly try any remedy that may relieve my pain . ' So , soon afterwards , the youth , who had not gone far from the palace , was caught and ushered into the king 's presence . He was tall and handsome and , though he professed to make shoes , his manners were good and modest , and he bowed low as he begged the king not only to allow him to take the measure of his foot , but also to suffer him to place a healing plaster over the wound . Balancin was pleased with the young man 's voice and appearance , and thought that he looked as if he knew what he was doing . So he stretched out his bad foot which the youth examined with great attention , and then gently laid on the plaster . Very shortly the ointment began to soothe the sharp pain , and the king , whose confidence increased every moment , begged the young man to tell him his name . ' I have no parents ; they died when I was six , sire , ' replied the youth , modestly . ` Everyone in the town calls me Gilguerillo , because , when I was little , I went singing through the world in spite of my misfortunes .
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