For two days Labakan rode steadily on the horse of the prince.
Finally, at a distance he saw a huge pillar on top of a small block. Though there were plains around, the hillock had a single pillar and that was visible for a short distance around.
Labakan once again thought whether he was right in taking over the life of another man full shot.
However, Labakan confirmed to himself that he should have been born a prince and he rode on towards the pillar.
Labakan covered the distance to the pillar. Much earlier than was required and he waited there.
The real prince had brought food with him for the two days and luckily that was not a problem for Labakan, because the neighbourhood around the hillock was plain and bare. Labakan studied the hillock and towards the next day he saw many groups of people with lavish tents and strong animals come towards the hillock.
Labakan was sure that all this was for the prince which in this case meant him.
But he did not come forward immediately because he was sure that he had to wait until the Prince had actually crossed twenty two years, which would be the next day.
The next morning, despite his initial fear, Labakan overcame all of that and rode towards the hillock. There he tied the horse at the base of the hill and took the dagger of the prince and walked up.
There were seven men all around the pillar on top of the hillock, and one of them was tall and very strong, and the other six men stood around him.
Labakan knelt before the man in the middle and brought out his dagger and produced it before the man. “I am the one whom you seek.” Labakan told the man in the middle.
The man in the middle looked thrilled and hugged Labakan. “My son, I am finally glad to see you.”
This man was the king of the Kingdom and he had mistaken Labakan as his own son.
The king was about to lead Labakan to his own kingdom when in a distance in the plains Labakan saw the old Murva with another harassed looking person on its back.
Adapted from Egyptian Folk Tales
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