King John And The Abbot [Fifty Famous Stories Retold]
I. THE THREE QUESTIONS
THERE was once a king of England whose name was John. He was a bad king; for
he was harsh and cruel to his people, and so long as he could have his own way,
he did not care what became of other folks. He was the worst king that England
ever had.
Now, there was in
the town of Canterbury a rich old abbot who lived in grand style in a great
house called the Abbey. Every day a hundred noble men sat down with him to
dine; and fifty brave knights, in fine velvet coats and gold chains, waited
upon him at his table.
When King John
heard of the way in which the abbot lived, he made up his mind to put a stop to
it. So he sent for the old man to come and see him.
"How now, my
good abbot?" he said. "I hear that you keep a far better house than
I. How dare you do such a thing? Don't you know that no man in the land ought
to live better than the king? And I tell you that no man shall."
"O king!"
said the abbot, "I beg to say that I am spending nothing but what is my
own. I hope that you will not think ill of me for making things pleasant for my
friends and the brave knights who are with me."
"Think ill of
you?" said the king. "How can I help but think ill of you? All that
there is in this broad land is mine by right; and how do you dare to put me to
shame by living in grander style than I? One would think that you were trying
to be king in my place."
"Oh, do not
say so!" said the abbot. "For I"—
"Not another
word!" cried the king. "Your fault is plain, and unless you can
answer me three questions, your head shall be cut off, and all your riches
shall be mine."
"I will try to
answer them, O king!" said the abbot.
"Well,
then," said King John, "as I sit here with my crown of gold on my
head, you must tell me to within a day just how long I shall live. Secondly,
you must tell me how soon I shall ride round the whole world; and lastly, you
shall tell me what I think."
"O king!"
said the abbot, "these are deep, hard questions, and I cannot answer them
just now. But if you will give me two weeks to think about them, I will do the
best that I can."
"Two weeks you
shall have," said the king; "but if then you fail to answer me, you
shall lose your head, and all your lands shall be mine."
The abbot went away
very sad and in great fear. He first rode to Oxford. Here was a great school,
called a university, and he wanted to see if any of the wise professors could
help him. But they shook their heads, and said that there was nothing about
King John in any of their books.
Then the abbot rode
down to Cambridge, where there was another university. But not one of the
teachers in that great school could help him.
At last, sad and
sorrowful, he rode toward home to bid his friends and his brave knights
good-by. For now he had not a week to live.
II. THE THREE ANSWERS
As the abbot was
riding up the lane which led to his grand house, he met his shepherd going to
the fields.
"Welcome home,
good master!" cried the shepherd. "What news do you bring us from
great King John?"
"Sad news, sad
news," said the abbot; and then he told him all that had happened.
"Cheer up,
cheer up, good master," said the shepherd. "Have you never yet heard
that a fool may teach a wise man wit? I think I can help you out of your
trouble."
"You help
me!" cried the abbot. "How? how?"
"Well,"
answered the shepherd, "you know that everybody says that I look just like
you, and that I have sometimes been mistaken for you. So, lend me your servants
and your horse and your gown, and I will go up to London and see the king. If
nothing else can be done, I can at least die in your place."
"My good
shepherd," said the abbot, "you are very, very kind; and I have a
mind to let you try your plan. But if the worst comes to the worst, you shall
not die for me. I will die for myself."
So the shepherd got
ready to go at once. He dressed himself with great care. Over his shepherd's
coat he threw the abbot's long gown, and he borrowed the abbot's cap and golden
staff. When all was ready, no one in the world would have thought that he was
not the great man himself. Then he mounted his horse, and with a great train of
servants set out for London.
Of course the king
did not know him.
"Welcome, Sir
Abbot!" he said. "It is a good thing that you have come back. But,
prompt as you are, if you fail to answer my three questions, you shall lose
your head."
"I am ready to
answer them, O king!" said the shepherd.
"Indeed,
indeed!" said the king, and he laughed to himself. "Well, then,
answer my first question: How long shall I live? Come, you must tell me to the
very day."
"You shall
live," said the shepherd, "until the day that you die, and not one
day longer. And you shall die when you take your last breath, and not one
moment before."
The king laughed.
"You are
witty, I see," he said. "But we will let that pass, and say that your
answer is right. And now tell me how soon I may ride round the world."
"You must rise
with the sun," said the shepherd, "and you must ride with the sun
until it rises again the next morning. As soon as you do that, you will find
that you have ridden round the world in twenty-four hours."
The king laughed
again. "Indeed," he said, "I did not think that it could be done
so soon. You are not only witty, but you are wise, and we will let this answer
pass. And now comes my third and last question: What do I think?"
"That is an
easy question," said the shepherd. "You think that I am the Abbot of
Canterbury. But, to tell you the truth, I am only his poor shepherd, and I have
come to beg your pardon for him and for me." And with that, he threw off
his long gown.
The king laughed
loud and long.
"A merry
fellow you are," said he, "and you shall be the Abbot of Canterbury
in your master's place."
"O king! that
cannot be," said the shepherd; "for I can neither read nor
write."
"Very well,
then," said the king, "I will give you something else to pay you for
this merry joke. I will give you four pieces of silver every week as long as
you live. And when you get home, you may tell the old abbot that you have
brought him a free pardon from King John."