(Hungarian)
Many years ago the poor people of Hungary suffered from a terrible
sickness which had afflicted them for a long time. Thousands of them
had been stricken and many had died, for nothing could be found to
cure them or relieve their sufferings in any way.
At last the people appealed to their good King Ladislaw for help.
Messenger after messenger was sent to beg him to bring about some
relief. But the good king could do nothing, and he was obliged to
send the messengers away without help and without hope.
One day the king sat thinking about the needs of his people. “What
can I do for my people?” he asked himself over and over again. “I
have sent them away without help and without hope. God alone knows
what will help them. He will give me a sign. My arrow shall bring me
the message.” And the good king prayed that divine guidance would
direct an arrow shot into the air.
His Majesty shot the arrow and watched where it fell. And, behold, it
pierced the root of a gentian!
The king then sent his servants to gather many roots of this plant
and make from them a medicine for his suffering people. And the
cure was so wonderful that from that day his people have called the
gentian “The Herb of King Ladislaw.”
“Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
And coloured with the heaven’s own blue,
That openest when, the quiet light,
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.”