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 . ' This turn of affairs threw the standers-by into great surprise . The old king in particular seemed much moved as he looked from one face to the other . At last Labakan spoke with forced calmness , ` Most gracious lord and father , do not let yourself be deceived by this man . As far as I know , he is a half-crazy tailor 's apprentice from Alexandria , called Labakan , who really deserves more pity than anger . ' These words infuriated the prince . Foaming with rage , he tried to press towards Labakan , but the attendants threw themselves upon him and held him fast , whilst the king said , ` Truly , my dear son , the poor fellow is quite mad . Let him be bound and placed on a dromedary . Perhaps we may be able to get some help for him . ' The prince 's first rage was over , and with tears he cried to the king , ` My heart tells me that you are my father , and in my mother 's name I entreat you to hear me . ' ` Oh ! heaven forbid ! ' was the reply . ` He is talking nonsense again .
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