The Story: A hermit was once passing through the capital of a great empire. He stood in Front of the royal place at sunset. He took it for an inn. So he spread his carpet on the green grass beside the gate. He wanted to sleep there for the night. The guard tried to turn him out, but he refused to go. The king heard the noise and came to the spot. Do not you know," said the king in great anger, " that is is my place and not an inn?'' "May i ask your majesty", said the hermit, " Who lived in it when it was first built?" " My grandfather", replied the king. "My father," answered the king's answer. Then the hermit said to the king, " Your majesty, a place that changes its residents so often is certainly an inn." The king was greatly pleased with this reply and allowed the hermit to sleep there for the night.
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