A King, whose only son was fond of martial exercises, had a dream
in which he was warned that his son would be killed by a lion.
Afraid the dream should prove true, he built for his son a pleasant
palace and adorned its walls for his amusement with all kinds of
life-sized animals, among which was the picture of a lion.
When the young Prince saw this, his grief at being thus confined
burst out afresh, and, standing near the lion, he said: "O you
most detestable of animals! through a lying dream of my father's,
which he saw in his sleep, I am shut up on your account in this
palace as if I had been a girl: what shall I now do to you?"
With these words he stretched out his hands toward a thorn-tree,
meaning to cut a stick from its branches so that he might beat the
lion. But one of the tree's prickles pierced his finger and caused
great pain and inflammation, so that the young Prince fell down in
a fainting fit. A violent fever suddenly set in, from which he died
not many days later.
We had better bear our troubles bravely than try to escape them.
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)