Now the Sultan of the city was very ill, and all the wise men said that
the only thing to cure him was the flesh of the King of the Snakes, and
that the only man who could get it was a man with a strange mark on his
chest. So the Vizir had set people to watch at the public baths, to see
if such a man came there.

For three days Hassebu remembered his promise to the King of the Snakes,
and did not go near the baths; then came a morning so hot he could
hardly breathe, and he forgot all about it.

The moment he had slipped off his robe he was taken before the Vizir,
who said to him, 'Lead us to the place where the King of the Snakes
lives.'

'I do not know it!' answered he, but the Vizir did not believe him, and
had him bound and beaten till his back was all torn.

Then Hassebu cried, 'Loose me, that I may take you.'

They went together a long, long way, till they reached the palace of the
King of the Snakes.

And Hassebu said to the King: 'It was not I: look at my back and you
will see how they drove me to it.'

'Who has beaten you like this?' asked the King.

'It was the Vizir,' replied Hassebu.

'Then I am already dead,' said the King sadly, 'but you must carry me
there yourself.'

So Hassebu carried him. And on the way the King said, 'When I arrive, I
shall be killed, and my flesh will be cooked. But take some of the water
that I am boiled in, and put it in a bottle and lay it on one side. The
Vizir will tell you to drink it, but be careful not to do so. Then
take some more of the water, and drink it, and you will become a great
physician, and the third supply you will give to the Sultan. And when
the Vizir comes to you and asks, "Did you drink what I gave you?" you
must answer, "I did, and this is for you," and he will drink it and die!
and your soul will rest.'

And they went their way into the town, and all happened as the King of
the Snakes had said.

And the Sultan loved Hassebu, who became a great physician, and cured
many sick people. But he was always sorry for the poor King of the
Snakes.

(Adapted from Swahili Tales,)

THE MAIDEN WITH THE WOODEN HELMET

In a little village in the country of Japan there lived long, long ago a
man and his wife. For many years they were happy and prosperous, but bad
times came, and at last nothing was left them but their daughter, who
was as beautiful as the morning. The neighbours were very kind, and
would have done anything they could to help their