There was once a Prince that longed to play with his subjects. He would often sneak off the castle with his servant Roland. Roland was the son of the royal baker, and though no nobility he had managed to become friends with the royal heir.
On one of their escapades, the prince dressed as peasant saw a bunch of boys swimming in the river. "Oh boy! Roland the day is hot let us join them." he asked to his friend.
"But Henry, you'll be unclad in the open. My father will tan my hide if he knew I take you off palace, who knows what he'll do if he learn you have also been stripped of all clothing!"
"Nonsense, we have come this far. Beside the mud between my bare toes is something I have never experienced. Let use make haste." he said.
Both lads stepped out of their clothes and joined the group. The boys knew of Roland, but nothing about the new boy. "A traveler" Roland interjected. And the boys continued to play, romp and frolic in the waters.
However the upper damn broke at that moment sweeping the swimming boys with the strong current, some had some luck but Roland hit his head. Henry dove to his rescue and managed todrag him out with the help of the other boys. But Roland didn't draw breath. The nude prince was sobbing for his friend and ask to the heavens for help.
A man approached him. "I can help, but I'll require payment for my services."
"Whatever you want I can pay" said the prince, willing to put on his own fortune for the sake of his friend.
The man got to the boy and put his hand on the boy's chest, he pressed and the water from the boys lungs came out, reviving Roland.
"Thank you. Thank you." the prince thanked hugging his friend.
"No need. Only the payment I require." said the man.
"How much do you want?"