In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places.
This semi-barbaric king had a daughter, she was satisfied with her lover. He was handsome and brave to a degree unsurpassed in all this kingdom. Their love affair had went on for months, until one day the king happened to discover its existence. The youth was immediately cast into prison, and a day was appointed for his trial in the king’s arena.
The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savage and relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might be selected for the arena. The princess knew in which of the two rooms, that lay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger, with its open front, and in which waited the lady
Her lover looked at her, he expected her to know behind which door stood the lady, and the tiger. The only hope for the youth in which there was any element of certainty was based upon the success of the princess in discovering this mystery
“Which?” It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where he stood. Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raised her hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. No one but her lover saw her.
He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it.