
          Wali Dad hurried back along the road. As he entered the palace, 
     the guards gave a salute. Servants bowed to him, then rushed here and 
     there preparing for the visitors. 
          Wali Dad wandered through countless rooms, gaping at riches 
     beyond his imagining. Suddenly, three servants ran up. 
          "A caravan from the east!" announced the first. 
          "No," said the second, "a caravan from the west!" 
          "No," said the third, "caravans from both east and west!" 
          The bewildered Wali Dad rushed outside to see two caravans halt 
     before the palace. Coming from the east was a Queen in a jewelled 
     litter. Coming from the west was a King on a fine horse. 
          Wali Dad hurried to the Queen. 
          "My dear Wali Dad, we meet at last," said the Queen of Khaistan. 
     "But who is that magnificent King?" 
          "I believe it is the King of Nekabad, Your Majesty," said Wali 
     Dad. "Please excuse me." 
          He rushed over to the King. 
          "My dear Wali Dad, I had to meet the giver of such fine gifts," 
     said the King of Nekabad. "But who is that splendid Queen?" 
          "The Queen of Khaistan, Your Majesty," said Wali Dad with a 
     smile. "Please come and meet her." 

