well; this is the Prince, and no shoemaker indeed."

"Well and good," said Dogada; "I will go and welcome him; but only
bear in mind what I say: it is not Prince Dardavan, but our shoemaker
Goria, disguised like him. Now mind one thing: when we sit down at
table to eat, order white bread and brown bread to be brought to him:
and if you observe that this guest cuts first a piece of the brown
bread you will know that he is not Prince Dardavan but the shoemaker
Goria, for Dardavan always eats first the white bread."

"Good," said Mistafor, "I will observe."

Then he invited Goria the shoemaker to sit down at table; and, when
they were all seated, and white and brown bread was brought, Goria
first took of the brown bread, and Mistafor and Dogada remarked this.
Then said Mistafor: "My dear and honoured son-in-law, Prince Dardavan,
how is it that you cut so much brown bread and no white?"

When the servant Prituitshkin heard this, he went invisibly up to
Goria and whispered in his ear: "Tell Mistafor that your father, when
he sat at table, always gave first to the poor a piece of bread to
eat, and instead of salt, used to pour out to them a bag of gold: and
so saying, order me to bring you the bag of gold."

Then the supposed Tsarevich Dardavan repeated those words to Mistafor,
cut some more slices of brown bread, and called to his servant
Prituitshkin to bring him the bag of gold. In the twinkling of an eye
Prituitshkin brought the money, which he had stolen from Mistafor's
treasury, and Goria desired him to collect a troop of beggars. So the
servant ran out and returned in a trice with a crowd of hungry men,
and Goria distributed the bread, giving to each a piece of gold out of
the bag. And when he had given away all the bread and the golden
coins, he himself fell to eating.

After dinner Mistafor said to his daughter: "What say you now--is not
this Prince Dardavan?" "No, dear father," replied Dogada, "this is not
the Prince, but our shoemaker Krutshinin."

"Why, have you lost your wits, child?" said Mistafor; "we have got rid
of Goria Krutshinin long ago." "Well, mark you," replied Dogada, "I
will prove that this man is not the Prince. Invite him to spend the
night here, and order a bed to be made ready for him; and if he lies
down upon it he is not Prince Dardavan, but the shoemaker Goria."

When the evening came, and it grew late, Mistafor ordered the best
bed to be made ready for the shoemaker; then Mistafor as