"The King was angry and with justice, because I could not kill a lion before it frightened his horses." This I said because my hours in the boat had made me humble, also because the words came to my lips.
"Yes, yes, something like that, or at least you lie well.

Whatever it may have been, it is done with now, a mere hunters' difference," and taking from his side his long sceptre that was headed with the great emerald, he stretched it out for me to touch in token of pardon.
Then I knew that I was safe for he to whom the King has extended his sceptre is forgiven all crimes, yes, even if he had attempted the royal life.

The Court knew it also, for every man who saw bowed towards me, yes, even the officers behind the King.

One of the cup-bearers too brought me a goblet of the King's own wine, which I drank thankfully, calling down health on the King.
"That was a wonderful shot of yours, Egyptian," he said, "when you sent an arrow through the lioness that dared to attack my Majesty.

Yes, the King owes his life to you and he is grateful as you shall learn.