By-and-by he grew old, and feeling that he had not many days to
live, he sent for his two sons, and showing them the purse and
cap, he said to them: ‘Never part with these precious
possessions. They are worth more than all the gold and lands I
leave behind me. But never tell their secret, even to your wife
or dearest friend. That purse has served me well for forty years,
and no one knows whence I got my riches.' Then he died and was
buried by his wife Cassandra, and he was mourned in Famagosta for
many years.





The Goat-faced Girl



There was once upon a time a peasant called Masaniello who had
twelve daughters. They were exactly like the steps of a
staircase, for there was just a year between each sister. It was
all the poor man could do to bring up such a large family, and in
order to provide food for them he used to dig in the fields all
day long. In spite of his hard work he only just succeeded in
keeping the wolf from the door, and the poor little girls often
went hungry to bed.

One day, when Masaniello was working at the foot of a high
mountain, he came upon the mouth of a cave which was so dark and
gloomy that even the sun seemed afraid to enter it. Suddenly a