Khalil Gibran - War

Khalil Gibran - War

One night a feat was held in the palace, and there came a man and br prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked br upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that br the empty socket bled. And the prince inquired of him, 'What has br befallen you?' And the man replied, 'O prince, I am by profession br a thief, and this night, because there was no moon, I went to rob br the money-changer's shop, and as I climbed in through the window br I made a mistake and entered the weaver's shop, and in the dark I br ran into the weaver's loom and my eye was plucked out. And now, br O prince, I ask for justice upon the weaver.' br br Then the prince sent for the weaver and he came, and it was decreed br that one of his eyes should be plucked out. br br 'O prince,' said the weaver, 'the decree is just. It is right that br one of my eyes be taken. And yet, alas! both are necessary to me br in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave. br But I have a neighbour, a cobbler, who has also two eyes, and in br his trade both eyes are not necessary.' br br Then the prince sent for the cobbler. And he came. And they took br out one of the cobbler's two eyes. br br And justice was satisfied.


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