--I wished a thousand times
that I had never left my friends and country.--But still the Almighty
was pleased to work miracles for me.
The morning I was to die, I was washed and all my gold ornaments made
bright and shining, and then carried to the palace, where the King was
to behead me himself (as is the custom of the place).--He was seated
upon a throne at the top of an exceeding large yard, or court, which you
must go through to enter the palace, it is as wide and spacious as a
large field in England.--I had a lane of lifeguards to go through.--I
guessed it to be about three hundred paces.
I was conducted by my friend, the merchant, about half way up; then he
durst proceed no further: I went up to the King alone--I went with an
undaunted courage, and it pleased God to melt the heart of the King, who
sat with his scymitar in his hand ready to behead me; yet, being himself
so affected, he dropped it out of his hand, and took me upon his knee
and wept over me. I put my right hand round his neck, and prest him to
my heart.
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