Near him lived a man by the name of Naboth, who had a vineyard.

The King asked him for it, and when he would not give it, offered to buy it.

But Naboth refused to sell it.

In those days it was considered a sort of crime to part with one's inheritance at any price--and even if a man did part with it, it reverted to himself or his heirs again at the next jubilee year.

So this spoiled child of a King went and lay down on the bed with his face to the wall, and grieved sorely.