Literature, Medieval -- Translations into English; Tales
The confession made, and absolution given, the recluse looked out of his
window, and directly knew him. "Blessed be the most high God," said he,
"now I do know thee. I have here a few garments: clothe thyself, and go
to the palace. I trust that they also will recognize thee." The emperor
did as the confessor directed. The porter opened the gate, and made a
low obeisance to him. "Dost thou know me?" said he. "Very well, my
lord!" replied the menial; "but I marvel that I did not observe you go
out." Entering the hall of his mansion, Jovinian was received by all
with a profound reverence. The strange emperor was at that time in
another apartment with the queen; and a certain knight going to him,
said, "My lord, there is one in the hall to whom everybody bends; he so
much resembles you, that we know not which is the emperor." Hearing
this, the usurper said to the empress, "Go and see if you know him." She
went, and returned greatly surprised at what she saw. "Oh, my lord,"
said she, "I declare to you that I know not whom to trust." "Then,"
returned he, "I will go and determine you." And taking her hand he led
her into the hall and placed her on the throne beside him. Addressing
the assembly, he said, "By the oaths you have taken, declare which of
us is your emperor." The empress answered: "It is incumbent on me to
speak first; but heaven is my witness, that I am unable to determine
which is he." And so said all. Then the feigned emperor spoke thus: "My
friends, hearken! That man is your king and your lord. He exalted
himself to the disparagement of his Maker; and God, therefore, scourged
and hid him from your knowledge. But his repentance removes the rod; he
has now made ample satisfaction, and again let your obedience wait upon
him. Commend yourselves to the protection of heaven." So saying, he
disappeared. The emperor gave thanks to God, and surrendering to Him all
his soul, lived happily and finished his days in peace.
XIII.--THE TWO PHYSICIANS.
Two physicians once lived in a city, who were admirably skilled in
medicine, insomuch that all the sick who took their prescriptions were
healed; and it thence became a question with the inhabitants, which of
them was the best. After a while, a dispute arose between them upon this
point.
Said one, "My friend, why should discord or envy or anger separate us;
let us make the trial, and whosoever is inferior in skill shall serve
the other."
"But how," replied his friend, "is this to be brought about?"
The first physician answered: "Hear me. I will pluck out your eyes
without doing you the smallest injury, and lay them before you on the
table; and when you desire it I will replace them as perfect and
serviceable as they were before. If, in like manner, you can perform
this, we will then be esteemed equal, and walk as brethren through the
world. But, remember, he who fails in the attempt shall become the
servant of the other."
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