So mused the man, and evermore his thought
Gave him no peace.  Wherefore next morn he sought
The palace of the king, but on his way
Tarried till nigh the middle of the day
In talk with certain of the city-folk;
Whereby he learned, if that were true they spoke,
How that the king their lord was nigh distract
With torture of a strange disease that racked
Each day his anguished body more and more,
Setting at naught the leeches and their lore. 
Which having heard he went before the king,
Who sat upon his throne, delivering
Judgment, his body pierced the while with pain. 
And taking from his neck the charmed chain
Which he had borne about him ever since
That morn miraculous, the unknown Prince
Upspake and said, “O king, I hold within
My hand a wonder-working medicine
Of power to make thee whole if thou wilt deign
So to be healed;” and he held the chain
Aloft, and straightway told unto the king
The passing worth and wonder of the thing.

Then he that heard stretched forth a hand that shook
With sudden fever of half-hope, and took
The chain, and turned it over in his hand
Until his eyes had left no link unscanned. 
And on each separate link was character’d
A language that no living ear had heard,
Occult, of secret import, mystic, strange. 
Then said the king, “What would’st thou in exchange
For this the magic metal thou dost bring?”
And the Prince answered him and said, “O king,
Even the emerald stone which some do call
The Emerald of the Virtues Mystical.” 
And they who thronged the hall of judgment were
Astonished at the stranger who could dare
Ask such a boon; and some base mouths did curl
With sneers, churl whispering to his fellow churl,
“Who could have deemed the man so covetous,
So void of shame in his great greed?” For thus
It shall be ever underneath the sun,
Each man believing that high hearts are none
Whose own is as the dust he treads on low.

But the king answered saying, “Be it so. 
To-night this chain of iron shall be worn
About my neck, and on the morrow-morn,
If all the pain have left these limbs of mine,
The guerdon thou demandest shall be thine. 
But if this torment still tormenteth me,
Thy head and shoulders shall part company,
And both be cast uncoffin’d to the worms. 
Open thy mouth and answer if these terms
Content thee.”  And aloud the Prince replied,
“With these conditions I am satisfied:” 
Whereafter, rising from his knees, he went
Out from before the king, and was content.