The Ancestor’s Bones

There was a king of Spain who was very proud of his ancestors,
and who was known for his cruelty to the weak.

One time, he was walking with his advisers across a field in
Aragon, where - years before - he had lost his father during a
battle, when he found a holy man searching a large pile of
bones.

What are you doing there? - asked the king.

Honored greetings, Your Majesty - said the holy man. -
When I heard that the king of Spain was coming this way, I resolved
to recover the bones of your late father and present
them to you. But however hard I search, I cannot find them:
they are exactly the same as the bones of country folk, the
poor, beggars and slaves.