- Laith Taher 9
Dazzled by seeing the king stand up for him, the
Proud approached him and bowed. “Yes, My Lord. My
name is Milton and I am one of the Prouds.”
“I was told that you want to help me, Milton,” said
the king.
“That is true, My Lord,” replied Milton.
“You are tired now and need some rest. We shall
continue this conversation in the evening after you have
had your rest,” the king commanded cunningly in an
attempt to win the Proud even more.
The king turned to one of the servants in the hall.
“Escort him to one of the guestrooms, treat him well, and
give him whatever he asks for.”
“This is very generous of you, My Lord,” said
Milton, filled with joy. Then he went off with the servant.
Filled with amazement and anger, the prince stood
up. “Why did you stand up for him, Father? You are a great
king and he is a lowly savage man from the tribe which
refuses to obey you?”
“This is politics and governance, Harlem. Do not
think that all my power was attained by arms and soldiers. I
stand up for this savage man today in order to achieve great
things tomorrow,” said the king.
In the evening, the king sent for Milton, who answered the
call and went with the messenger to a corner of the palace.
The king sat on a luxurious chair surrounded by palm trees,
flowers, and many beautiful plants, along with a table full
of fruit, desserts, and many delicious drinks. Next to the