One time, a King, cruel as kings and fathers sometimes are, decreed that his young son was to be bathed in the town square every morning from birth. As he grew older, this practice continued, until as a young man he still had to appear fully nude every morning in the village square. Time and necessity, of course, make all things endurable, and he accustomed himself to this practice.
In due course of time, his father died, and he became King. He continued this practice. An adviser pointed out to him: “Sire, you are now the king. You can end this practice”. The new King replied: “Ah, but it is the Law of the Land.”