“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.””