"The king was angry with the foreign captive who had thrown down before him. ”Put him to death he ordered”. The captive had been expecting it. He had been up to know been silent but, now that death was certain, he gave up all hope and cursed the king, using the foulest words in his native tongue. He was like a cat, spitting and screeching at dogs who are its throat. The king not knowing the language did not understand what the captive was screaming, but he knew one or two of his viziers were familiar with the tongue. ”What is he saying?” he asked them. The viziers looked at each other. Then, one, who was good-natured, replied: “My Lord, he is quoting from the sacred Koran.” ”Indeed”, said the king. “From which verse”? The vizier went on: ”From the verse which speaks of the Paradise which awaits those who control their anger and forgive, for God loves men of goodwill”. ”I see”, said the king thoughtfully. He turned to the silent captive. “You have done well to remind me of that”, he said, ”I will control my anger. And I will forgive you. You can go free.” ”That was disgraceful” muttered another vizier, an enemy and rival of the one who had replied to king’s question. “People of our rank should speak nothing but the truth.” The king overheard. “What was that” he asked. ”My Lord!” protested the second vizier, I am sorry, but you were told a lie by that vizier! The captive was certainly not quoting from the Koran. The truth is that he pouring foul abuse and the filthiest of insults upon you, The king frowned at this. “Then I prefer his lie to your truth!” He said, “I think that your truth came from a heart bent upon mischief. His lie came from a good heart, and good has come of it, as you have seen.”"