have never seen thy face, nor ministered to thee, my King."

He ceased, and the sweet voice came again. And again the maid heard it,
very faintly and far away. But now it seemed as though she understood
the words:

"_Verily I say unto thee, inasmuch as thou hast done it unto one of the
least of these my brethren, thou hast done it unto me_."

[Illustration: "THE OTHER WISE MAN HAD FOUND THE KING"]

A calm radiance of wonder and joy lighted the pale face of Artaban like
the first ray of dawn on a snowy mountain-peak. One long, last breath
of relief exhaled gently from his lips.

His journey was ended. His treasures were accepted. The other Wise Man
had found the King.