Once, in a Semi-Barbaric kingdom there lived a semi-barbaric king. The King couldn't think of a way to punish the criminals in that country.Then one night he lay awake racking his brain, he suddenly came up with this brilliant plan.His plan was this: The accused would stand in an arena. There were two doors in the arena. One held, a vicious starving lion, While in the other
stood a beautiful lady(Note that the lion was never behind the same door, nor the lady). The accused would then open a door, and that would decide his fate. If he opened the door behind which stood the lady, they were married at once (whether they wanted to or not). And if he opened the door with the lion,well, he got eaten. Well, this had been going on for some time when the princess and the kings man servant fell in love. There love was great, unstoppable. When the king found out he was rather amused. Why would a servant love a princess? It was of course against the law for a commoner to marry royalty. He decided to put the man in the arena. Now, the princess who was not stupid, found out in advance who the lady was, and behind which door she stood. The princes knew this lady. The lady and the princesses love talked often.In truth, the princess was jealous of the lady, for she had seen them talking often deeply and the lady blowing kisses to him. Then the day came. The king was especially interested in this case, considering his daughter was mixed up in it. Every eye was turned to the man in the arena, every breath was held.His gaze turned to hers,the princesses, and he needn't ask it with words. Which? He begged with his eyes. With a small quick gesture, she flicked her hand to the right. With proud steps and swinging arms, he walked to the right door, and opened it.
How many nights had the princess lay awake, pondering which door? Which?How many times had she imagained him opening the door with the lady, The priest coming out, the words I do, and the happy wedding procession through the streets of the city and her one shriek of grief and agony lost in a river of happy shouts. But how many equal times had she seen in her mind, the lion leaping out, and then, death. Wouldn't it be better for him to die then marry the lady? But oh, the blood the screams! But in the arena, in that quick moment, she knew which door it had to be . The question had been asked in a flash, and had to be answered in another. And now Fair reader, the question remains, and I leave you to answer it. The Lion or The Lady?
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HEY! You like horses too? I've had your blog on my links forever but never gone to it because I haven't had my computer at home for 3 months now! i'm 14 and my name is Lysha and you can check out my blog if you want :D www.inplaceofanger.blogspot.com
I believe that if she truly loved him, she directed him to the door with the lady behind it.
Hi Lysha! I think you are right Trufflehunter. But, then again, maybe she let him die and then murdered herself.
P.S. Little_Neen told me that story, she read it in a book:) You could ask her for more info.
I know how ya feel Lysha. Our computer is down too!!
Tch,Tch,Tch, you mustn't talk about me that way ;)
You think she did that? Although it has been at least a month since you told me that story I still haven't made up my mind. If she did lead him to the lion, perhaps she murdered herself later. The would be dreadfully romantic.
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