A wealthy king from far away…… called upon a trusted servant one day …… and asked for his complete presence and attention to the request he was about to present…..Artemis  listened intently….

“As you can see my kingdom grows and there is nothing more I could seek. The Treasury is full with all the gold and silver this king could ever need. My queen is fair to look upon and asks but few gifts from me . She enjoys the children we have and treats the servants with respect and dignity, she is loved by them all.
Yet the land we’ve won with treaty and accord, the land we have taken with blood and sword, and all the fine people and things those additions have bestowed do not bring me peace and rest but have driven me for more.
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Bring me the “cloak of a happy man” and let me feel its warmth. Perhaps the magic that lies therein will give me what I want……

Artemis bowed before the king and with provisions and a horse set out to find this “cloak” and proceed to pay whatever it cost to procure it.

After several weeks of hearing tales of a man that had made the Sun his friend….. was revered by many as a Saint they lived and worked with them.

His fields were bountiful and plenty and his farm was a bustling, brimming place,  workers labored hard and shared a feast at the end of every day. They built houses on the land and lived there as part of their wages, it was provided for free and generation after generation stayed even after retiring……they prospered and the owner gave from the abundance to the community.
Artemis found the farm and the owner invited him to stay and over the next few days he shared his dilemma with the owner and he said this.
“ Why oh course he may have a cloak, pants and shoes. The sweat and stains may stir in him a spirit he never knew… but the gift he seeks isn’t in the “getting”, or in the clothes, but in the “giving.” That is the source of both my  wealth and my happiness. That my friend is the real “cloak” of a happy man.

Artemis traveled back to the King and presented the clothes and the message to the King. To his surprise the King said it was worth a try. Harvest was near and he proclaimed a festival to celebrate. He wore the clothes that were given to him and he gave 10 shillings to everyone who attended. It was a huge success and he demanded that Artemis be found and presented as soon as possible.

Shaking Artemis was brought to the King. He said “you are no longer My Servant Artemis…. You are hereby the “Minister of Relations and Prosperity” and you will serve in that post as my official officer of seeing how to better serve our people. Go back to the fine man who brought about this happiness that I have been seeking and tell him what has happened…. that I wear the “cloak” he spoke of and take him a Hundred bars of Gold.”
( to which he gave away)

the Cloak of Happiness

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