The king was beginning to grow tired of his new sport and was thinking of calling the whole contest off without declaring a winner, when there appeared before him a poor, ragged man, carrying a large earth-ware pitcher under his arm.
" What can I do for you?" asked His Majesty. " Sire!" said the poor man, slightly bewildered. " Surely you remember? You owe me a pot of gold, and I have come to collect it."
"You are a perfect liar, sir!" exclaimed the king. " I owe you no money!"
"A perfect liar, am I?" said the poor man. " Then give me the golden apple!"
The king, realizing the man was trying to trick him, started to hedge.
" No, no! You are not a liar!"
"Then give me the pot of gold you owe me, sire," said the man. the king saw the dilemma. He handed over the golden apple.
ARMENIAN FOLK-TALES AND FABLES,
RETOLD BY CHARLES DOWNING,
1993
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