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And
how
glad
he
was
when
at
last
he
caught
the
glimmer
of
a
light
!
He
approached
it
warily
,
stopping
often
to
look
about
him
and
listen
.
It
came
from
an
unglazed
window-opening
in
a
shabby
little
hut
.
He
heard
a
voice
,
now
,
and
felt
a
disposition
to
run
and
hide
;
but
he
changed
his
mind
at
once
,
for
this
voice
was
praying
,
evidently
.
He
glided
to
the
one
window
of
the
hut
,
raised
himself
on
tiptoe
,
and
stole
a
glance
within
.
The
room
was
small
;
its
floor
was
the
natural
earth
,
beaten
hard
by
use
;
in
a
corner
was
a
bed
of
rushes
and
a
ragged
blanket
or
two
;
near
it
was
a
pail
,
a
cup
,
a
basin
,
and
two
or
three
pots
and
pans
;
there
was
a
short
bench
and
a
three-legged
stool
;
on
the
hearth
the
remains
of
a
faggot
fire
were
smouldering
;
before
a
shrine
,
which
was
lighted
by
a
single
candle
,
knelt
an
aged
man
,
and
on
an
old
wooden
box
at
his
side
lay
an
open
book
and
a
human
skull
.
The
man
was
of
large
,
bony
frame
;
his
hair
and
whiskers
were
very
long
and
snowy
white
;
he
was
clothed
in
a
robe
of
sheepskins
which
reached
from
his
neck
to
his
heels
.
"
A
holy
hermit
!
"
said
the
King
to
himself
;
"
now
am
I
indeed
fortunate
.
"
The
hermit
rose
from
his
knees
;
the
King
knocked
.
A
deep
voice
responded
--
"
Enter
!
--
but
leave
sin
behind
,
for
the
ground
whereon
thou
shalt
stand
is
holy
!
"
The
King
entered
,
and
paused
.
The
hermit
turned
a
pair
of
gleaming
,
unrestful
eyes
upon
him
,
and
said
--
"
Who
art
thou
?
"
"
I
am
the
King
,
"
came
the
answer
,
with
placid
simplicity
.
"
Welcome
,
King
!
"
cried
the
hermit
,
with
enthusiasm
.
Then
,
bustling
about
with
feverish
activity
,
and
constantly
saying
,
"
Welcome
,
welcome
,
"
he
arranged
his
bench
,
seated
the
King
on
it
,
by
the
hearth
,
threw
some
faggots
on
the
fire
,
and
finally
fell
to
pacing
the
floor
with
a
nervous
stride
.
"
Welcome
!
Many
have
sought
sanctuary
here
,
but
they
were
not
worthy
,
and
were
turned
away
.
But
a
King
who
casts
his
crown
away
,
and
despises
the
vain
splendours
of
his
office
,
and
clothes
his
body
in
rags
,
to
devote
his
life
to
holiness
and
the
mortification
of
the
flesh
--
he
is
worthy
,
he
is
welcome
!
--
here
shall
he
abide
all
his
days
till
death
come
.
"
The
King
hastened
to
interrupt
and
explain
,
but
the
hermit
paid
no
attention
to
him
--
did
not
even
hear
him
,
apparently
,
but
went
right
on
with
his
talk
,
with
a
raised
voice
and
a
growing
energy
.
"
And
thou
shalt
be
at
peace
here
.
None
shall
find
out
thy
refuge
to
disquiet
thee
with
supplications
to
return
to
that
empty
and
foolish
life
which
God
hath
moved
thee
to
abandon
.
