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12 Baatar traveled on foot for weeks, then months. Of those he met,
nobody knew what a sponge was, and nobody knew who his father
was, either. Few people gave him food or shelter, so he had to sleep
under trees and eat whatever he could find in the forest. After
months of living like this, he was so tired and desperate that he
gave up on the thought of ever finding his treasure and returning
home. All he wanted was a warm place to sleep and some food in
his belly.
13 Eventually, he settled in a great city by the sea, sleeping on the
street, learning the strange language of the people, and begging for
food.
14 One day, Baatar saw a man dressed in rich, colorful clothing. He
could tell the man was a prince or maybe even the Khan of this city.
The man’s eyes fell on Baatar, and he approached the boy. He held
out his hand and motioned for Baatar to take it and go with him.
Baatar had nothing to lose, so he went along.
15 They came to a great palace, and the kind man (whom Baatar
learned was a king, and a kind ruler) left him in a building with
many people who were hard at work. They cleaned, cooked and
mended. There he lived for a long time, working for his food and
bed.
16 One day, as Baatar scrubbed away next to another servant, he
stopped to rest and looked down at his bucket. From out of the
water, he lifted the dripping thing that he used every day to clean
the floor.
17 “Antonio, what is this thing we use to scrub the floors?” Baatar
asked him.
18 “It’s a sponge, silly. Every servant should know that.”
19 Baatar’s eyes opened wide in amazement. This was the treasure his
father had asked for.
20 “Antonio,” he cried. “I’ve found it. I’m going home!”
21 Baatar jumped up and rushed to the door of the king’s chambers.
He told him the whole story—about his country and his father, about
his dreadful journey, and about the treasure he’d been sent to find.
He asked the king for permission to leave. The king not only granted
his permission, but also gave Baatar several horses and food for his
journey.