Of course, had the _faqir_ been an ordinary sort of person, the compact would not have lasted long, for once King Karan had been fried and eaten, there would have been an end of the matter. But the _faqir_ was a very remarkable _faqir_ indeed, and when he had eaten the King, and picked the bones quite quite clean, he just put them together, said a charm or two, and, hey presto! there was King Karan as fat and jolly as ever, ready for the next morning"s breakfast. In fact, the _faqir_ made _no bones at all_ over the affair, which, it must be confessed, was very convenient both for the breakfast and the breakfast eater. Nevertheless, it was of course not pleasant to be popped alive every morning into a great frying-pan of boiling oil; and for my part I think King Karan earned his hundredweight of gold handsomely. But after a time he got accustomed to the process, and would go up quite cheerfully to the holy and hungry one"s house, where the biggest frying-pan was spitting and sputtering over the sacred fire. Then he would just pa.s.s the time of day to the _faqir_ to make sure he was punctual, and step gracefully into his hot oil bath. My goodness! how he sizzled and fizzled! When he was crisp and brown, the _faqir_ ate him, picked the bones, set them together, sang a charm, and finished the business by bringing out his dirty, old ragged coat, which he shook and shook, while the bright golden pieces came tumbling out of the pockets on to the floor.
So that was the way King Karan got his gold, and if you think it very extraordinary, so do I!
Now, in the great Mansarobar Lake, where, as of course you know, all the wild swans live when they leave us, and feed upon seed pearls, there was a great famine. Pearls were so scarce that one pair of swans determined to go out into the world and seek for food. So they flew into King Bikramajit"s garden, at Ujjayin. Now, when the gardener saw the beautiful birds, he was delighted, and, hoping to induce them to stay, he threw them grain to eat. But they would not touch it, nor any other food he offered them; so he went to his master, and told him there were a pair of swans in the garden who refused to eat anything.
Then King Bikramajit went out, and asked them in birds" language (for, as every one knows, Bikramajit understood both beasts and birds) why it was that they ate nothing.
"We don"t eat grain!" said they, "nor fruit, nor anything but fresh unpierced pearls!"
Whereupon King Bikramajit, being very kind-hearted, sent for a basket of pearls; and every day, when he came into the garden, he fed the swans with his own hand.
But one day, when he was feeding them as usual, one of the pearls happened to be pierced. The dainty swans found it out at once, and coming to the conclusion that King Bikramajit"s supply of pearls was running short, they made up their minds to go farther afield. So, despite his entreaties, they spread their broad white wings, and flew up into the blue sky, their outstretched necks pointing straight towards home on the great Mansarobar Lake. Yet they were not ungrateful, for as they flew they sang the praises of Bikramajit.
Now, King Karan was watching his servants bring out the baskets of gold, when the wild swans came flying over his head; and when he heard them singing, "Glory to Bikramajit! Glory to Bikramajit!" he said to himself, "Who is this whom even the birds praise? I let myself be fried and eaten every day in order that I may be able to give away a hundredweight of gold in charity, yet no swan sings _my_ song!"
So, being jealous, he sent for a bird-catcher, who snared the poor swans with lime, and put them in a cage.
Then Karan hung the cage in the palace, and ordered his servants to bring every kind of birds" food; but the proud swans only curved their white necks in scorn, saying, "Glory to Bikramajit!--he gave us pearls to eat!"
Then King Karan, determined not to be outdone, sent for pearls; but still the scornful swans would not touch anything.
"Why will ye not eat?" quoth King Karan wrathfully; "am I not as generous as Bikramajit?"
Then the swan"s wife answered, and said, "Kings do not imprison the innocent. Kings do not war against women. If Bikramajit were here, he would at any rate let me go!"
So Karan, not to be outdone in generosity, let the swan"s wife go, and she spread her broad white wings and flew southwards to Bikramajit, and told him how her husband lay a prisoner at the court of King Karan.
Of course Bikramajit, who was, as every one knows, the most generous of kings, determined to* release the poor captive; and bidding the swan fly back and rejoin her mate, he put on the garb of a servant, and taking the name of Bikru, journeyed northwards till he came to King Karan"s kingdom. Then he took service with the King, and helped every day to carry out the baskets of golden pieces. He soon saw there was some secret in King Karan"s endless wealth, and never rested until he had found it out. So, one day, hidden close by, he saw King Karan enter the _faqir"s_ house and pop into the boiling oil. He saw him frizzle and sizzle, he saw him come out crisp and brown, he saw the hungry and holy _faqir_ pick the bones, and, finally, he saw King Karan, fat and jolly as ever, go down the mountain side with his hundredweight of gold!
Then Bikru knew what to do! So the very next day he rose very early, and taking a carving-knife, he slashed himself all over. Next he took some pepper and salt, spices, pounded pomegranate seeds, and pea-flour; these he mixed together into a beautiful curry-stuff, and rubbed himself all over with it--right into the cuts in spite of the smarting. When he thought he was quite ready for cooking, he just went up the hill to the _faqir_"s house, and popped into the frying-pan. The _faqir_ was still asleep, but he soon awoke with the sizzling and the fizzling, and said to himself, "Dear me! how uncommonly nice the King smells this morning!"
Indeed, so appetising was the smell, that he could hardly wait until the King was crisp and brown, but then----oh, my goodness! how he gobbled him up!
You see, he had been eating plain fried so long that a devilled king was quite a change. He picked the bones ever so clean, and it is my belief would have eaten them too, if he had not been afraid of killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Then, when it was all over, he put the King together again, and said, with tears in his eyes, "What a breakfast that was, to be sure! Tell me how you managed to taste so nice, and I"ll give you anything you ask."
Whereupon Bikru told him the way it was done, and promised to devil himself every morning, if he might have the old coat in return.
"For," said he, "it is not pleasant to be fried! and I don"t see why I should in addition have the trouble of carrying a hundredweight of gold to the palace every day. Now, if _I_ keep the coat, I can shake it down there."
To this the _faqir_ agreed, and off went Bikru with the coat.
Meanwhile, King Karan came toiling up the hill, and was surprised, when he entered the _faqir_"s house, to find the fire out, the frying-pan put away, and the _faqir_ himself as holy as ever, but not in the least hungry.
"Why, what is the matter?" faltered the King.
"Who are you?" asked the _faqir_, who, to begin with, was somewhat short-sighted, and in addition felt drowsy after his heavy meal.
"Who! Why, I"m King Karan, come to be fried! Don"t you want your breakfast?"
"I"ve had my breakfast!" sighed the _faqir_ regretfully. "You tasted very nice when you were devilled, I can a.s.sure you!"
"I never was devilled in my life!" shouted the King; "you must have eaten somebody else!"
"That"s just what I was saying to myself!" returned the _faqir_ sleepily; "I thought--it couldn"t--be only--the spices--that--- "---Snore, snore, snore!
"Look here!" cried King Karan, in a rage, shaking the _faqir_,"you must eat me too!"
"Couldn"t!" nodded the holy but satisfied _faqir_, "really--not another morsel--no, thanks!"
"Then give me my gold!" shrieked King Karan; "you"re bound to do that, for I"m ready to fulfil my part of the contract!"
"Sorry I can"t oblige, but the devil--I mean the other person--went off with the coat!" nodded the _faqir_.
Hearing this, King Karan returned home in despair and ordered the royal treasurer to send him gold; so that day he ate his breakfast in peace.
And the next day also, by ransacking all the private treasuries, a hundredweight of gold was forthcoming; so King Karan ate his breakfast as usual, though his heart was gloomy.
But the third day, the royal treasurer arrived with empty hands, and, casting himself on the ground, exclaimed, "May it please your majesty!
there is not any more gold in your majesty"s domains!"
Then King Karan went solemnly to bed, without any breakfast, and the crowd, after waiting for hours expecting to see the palace doors open and the servants come out with the baskets of gold, melted away, saying it was a great shame to deceive poor folk in that way!
By dinner-time poor King Karan was visibly thinner; but he was a man of his word, and though the wily Bikru came and tried to persuade him to eat, by saying he could not possibly be blamed, he shook his head, and turned his face to the wall.
Then Bikru, or Bikramajit, took the _faqir"s_ old coat, and shaking it before the King, said, "Take the money, my friend; and what is more, if you will set the wild swans you have in that cage at liberty, I will give you the coat into the bargain!"
So King Karan set the wild swans at liberty, and as the pair of them flew away to the great Mansarobar Lake, they sang as they went, "Glory to Bikramajit! the generous Bikramajit!"
Then King Karan hung his head, and said to himself, "The swans" song is true!--Bikramajit is more generous than I; for if I was fried for the sake of a hundredweight of gold and my breakfast, he was devilled in order to set a bird at liberty!"
PRINCE HALF-A-SON
Once upon a time there was a King who had no children, and this disappointment preyed so dreadfully upon his mind that he chose the dirtiest and most broken-down old bed he could find, and lay down on it in the beautiful palace gardens. There he lay, amid the flowers and the fruit trees, the b.u.t.terflies and the birds, quite regardless of the beauties around him;--that was his way of showing grief.
Now, as he lay thus, a holy _faqir_ pa.s.sed through the garden, and seeing the King in this pitiful plight, asked him what the sorrow was which drove him to such a very dirty old bed.
"What is the use of asking?" returned the King; but when the _faqir_ asked for the third time what the sorrow was, the King took heart of grace, and answered gloomily, "I have no children!"
"Is that all?" said the _faqir_; "that is easily remedied. Here!
take this stick of mine, and throw it twice into yonder mango tree.
At the first throw five mangoes will fall, at the second two. So many sons you shall have, if you give each of your seven Queens a mango apiece."
Then the King, greatly delighted, took the _faqir"s_ stick and went off to the mango tree. Sure enough, at the first throw five mangoes fell, at the second, two. Still the King was not satisfied, and, determining to make the most of the opportunity, he threw the stick into the tree a third time, hoping to get more children But, to his surprise and consternation, the stick remained in the tree, and the seven fallen mangoes flew back to their places, where they hung temptingly just out of reach.