After this, the thieves came to the conclusion that it was no use trying to gain their point by force, so they went to law to claim their share. But the barber"s wife pleaded her own cause so well, bringing out the nose and tongue tips as witnesses, that the King made the barber his Wazir, saying, "He will never do a foolish thing as long as his wife is alive!"
THE JACKAL AND THE CROCODILE
Once upon a time, Mr. Jackal was trotting along gaily, when he caught sight of a wild plum-tree laden with fruit on the other side of a broad deep stream. He could not get across anyhow, so he just sat down on the bank, and looked at the ripe luscious fruit until his mouth watered with desire.
Now it so happened that, just then, Miss Crocodile came floating down stream with her nose in the air. "Good morning, my dear!" said Mr.
Jackal politely; "how beautiful you look to-day, and how charmingly you swim! Now, if I could only swim too, what a fine feast of plums we two friends might have over there together!" And Mr. Jackal laid his paw on his heart, and sighed.
Now Miss Crocodile had a very inflammable heart, and when Mr. Jackal looked at her so admiringly, and spoke so sentimentally, she simpered and blushed, saying, "Oh! Mr. Jackal! how can you talk so? I could never dream of going out to dinner with you, unless--unless---"
"Unless what?" asked the Jackal persuasively.
"Unless we were going to be married!" simpered Miss Crocodile.
"And why shouldn"t we be married, my charmer?" returned the Jackal eagerly. "I would go and fetch the barber to begin the betrothals at once, but I am so faint with hunger just at present that I should never reach the village. Now, if the most adorable of her s.e.x would only take pity on her slave, and carry me over the stream, I might refresh myself with those plums, and so gain strength to accomplish the ardent desire of my heart!"
Here the Jackal sighed so piteously, and cast such sheep"s-eyes at Miss Crocodile, that she was unable to withstand him. So she carried him across to the plum-tree, and then sat on the water"s edge to think over her wedding dress, while Mr. Jackal feasted on the plums, and enjoyed himself.
"Now for the barber, my beauty!" cried the gay Jackal, when he had eaten as much as he could. Then the blushing Miss Crocodile carried him back again, and bade him be quick about his business, like a dear good creature, for really she felt so fl.u.s.tered at the very idea that she didn"t know what mightn"t happen.
"Now, don"t distress yourself, my dear!" quoth the deceitful Mr.
Jackal, springing to the bank, "because it"s not impossible that I may not find the barber, and then, you know, you may have to wait some time, a considerable time in fact, before I return. So don"t injure your health for my sake, if you please."
With that he blew her a kiss, and trotted away with his tail up.
Of course he never came back, though trusting Miss Crocodile waited patiently for him; at last she understood what a gay deceitful fellow he was, and determined to have her revenge on him one way or another.
So she hid herself in the water, under the roots of a tree, close to a ford where Mr. Jackal always came to drink. By and by, sure enough, he came lilting along in a self-satisfied way, and went right into the water for a good long draught. Whereupon Miss Crocodile seized him by the right leg, and held on. He guessed at once what had happened, and called out, "Oh! my heart"s adored! I"m drowning! I"m drowning! If you love me, leave hold of that old root and get a good grip of my leg--it is just next door!"
Hearing this, Miss Crocodile thought she must have made a mistake, and, letting go the Jackal"s leg in a hurry, seized an old root close by, and held on. Whereupon Mr. Jackal jumped nimbly to sh.o.r.e, and ran off with his tail up, calling out, "Have a little patience, my beauty! The barber will come some day!"
But this time Miss Crocodile knew better than to wait, and being now dreadfully angry, she crawled away to the Jackal"s hole, and slipping inside, lay quiet.
By and by Mr. Jackal came lilting along with his tail up.
"Ho! ho! That is your game, is it?" said he to himself, when he saw the trail of the crocodile in the sandy soil. So he stood outside, and said aloud, "Bless my stars! what has happened? I don"t half like to go in, for whenever I come home my wife always calls out,
""Oh, dearest hubby hub!
What have you brought for grub To me and the darling cub?"
and to-day she doesn"t say anything!"
Hearing this, Miss Crocodile sang out from inside,
"Oh, dearest hubby hub!
What have you brought for grub To me and the darling cub?"
The Jackal winked a very big wink, and stealing in softly, stood at the doorway. Meanwhile Miss Crocodile, hearing him coming, held her breath, and lay, shamming dead, like a big log.
"Bless my stars!" cried Mr. Jackal, taking out his pocket-handkerchief, "how very very sad! Here"s poor Miss Crocodile stone dead, and all for love of me! Dear! dear! Yet it is very odd, and I don"t think she can be quite dead, you know--for dead folks always wag their tails!"
On this, Miss Crocodile began to wag her tail very gently, and Mr.
Jackal ran off, roaring with laughter, and saying, "Oho!--oho! so dead folk always wag their tails!"
HOW RAJA RASaLU WAS BORN
Once there lived a great Raja, whose name was Salbahan, and he had two Queens. Now the elder, by name Queen Achhra, had a fair young son called Prince Puran; but the younger, by name Lona, though she wept and prayed at many a shrine, had never a child to gladden her eyes.
So, being a bad, deceitful woman, envy and rage took possession of her heart, and she so poisoned Raja Salbahan"s mind against his son, young Puran, that just as the Prince was growing to manhood, his father became madly jealous of him, and in a fit of anger ordered his hands and feet to be cut off. Not content even with this cruelty, Raja Salbahan had the poor young man thrown into a deep well.
Nevertheless, Puran did not die, as no doubt the enraged father hoped and expected; for G.o.d preserved the innocent Prince, so that he lived on, miraculously, at the bottom of the well, until, years after, the great and holy Guru Goraknath came to the place, and finding Prince Puran still alive, not only released him from his dreadful prison, but, by the power of magic, restored his hands and feet. Then Puran, in grat.i.tude for this great boon, became a _faqir_, and placing the sacred earrings in his ears, followed Goraknath as a disciple, and was called Puran Bhagat.
But as time went by, his heart yearned to see his mother"s face, so Guru Goraknath gave him leave to visit his native town, and Puran Bhagat journeyed thither and took up his abode in a large walled garden, where he had often played as a child. And, lo! he found it neglected and barren, so that his heart became sad when he saw the broken watercourses and the withered trees. Then he sprinkled the dry ground with water from his drinking vessel, and prayed that all might become green again. And, lo! even as he prayed, the trees shot forth leaves, the gra.s.s grew, the flowers bloomed, and all was as it had once been.
The news of this marvellous thing spread fast through the city, and all the world went out to see the holy man who had performed the wonder. Even the Raja Salbahan and his two Queens heard of it in the palace, and they too went to the garden to see it with their own eyes. But Puran Bhagat"s mother, Queen Achhra, had wept so long for her darling, that the tears had blinded her eyes, and so she went, not to see, but to ask the wonder-working _faqir_ to restore her sight. Therefore, little knowing from whom she asked the boon, she fell on the ground before Puran Bhagat, begging him to cure her; and, lo! almost before she asked, it was done, and she saw plainly.
Then deceitful Queen Lona, who all these years had been longing vainly for a son, when she saw what mighty power the unknown _faqir_ possessed, fell on the ground also, and begged for an heir to gladden the heart of Raja Salbahan.
Then Puran Bhagat spoke, and his voice was stern,--"Raja Salbahan already has a son. Where is he? What have you done with him? Speak truth, Queen Lona, if you would find favour with G.o.d!"
Then the woman"s great longing for a son conquered her pride, and though her husband stood by, she humbled herself before the _faqir_ and told the truth,--how she had deceived the father and destroyed the son.
Then Puran Bhagat rose to his feet, stretched out his hands towards her, and a smile was on his face, as he said softly, "Even so, Queen Lona! even so! And behold! _I_ am Prince Puran, whom you destroyed and G.o.d delivered! I have a message for you. Your fault is forgiven, but not forgotten; you shall indeed bear a son, who shall be brave and good, yet will he cause you to weep tears as bitter as those my mother wept for me. So! take this grain of rice; eat it, and you shall bear a son that will be no son to you, for even as I was reft from my mother"s eyes, so will he be reft from yours. Go in peace; your fault is forgiven, but not forgotten!"
Queen Lona returned to the palace, and when the time for the birth of the promised son drew nigh, she inquired of three Jogis who came begging to her gate, what the child"s fate would be, and the youngest of them answered and said, "O Queen, the child will be a boy, and he will live to be a great man. But for twelve years you must not look upon his face, for if either you or his father see it before the twelve years are past, you will surely die! This is what you must do,--as soon as the child is born you must send him away to a cellar underneath the ground, and never let him see the light of day for twelve years. After they are over, he may come forth, bathe in the river, put on new clothes, and visit you. His name shall be Raja Rasalu, and he shall be known far and wide."
So, when a fair young Prince was in due time born into the world, his parents hid him away in an underground palace, with nurses, and servants, and everything else a King"s son might desire. And with him they sent a young colt, born the same day, and a sword, a spear, and a shield, against the day when Raja Rasalu should go forth into the world.
So there the child lived, playing with his colt, and talking to his parrot, while the nurses taught him all things needful for a King"s son to know.
HOW RAJA RASaLU WENT OUT INTO THE WORLD
Young Rasalu lived on, far from the light of day, for eleven long years, growing tall and strong, yet contented to remain playing with his colt and talking to his parrot; but when the twelfth year began, the lad"s heart leapt up with desire for change, and he loved to listen to the sounds of life which came to him in his palace-prison from the outside world.
"I must go and see where the voices come from!" he said; and when his nurses told him he must not go for one year more, he only laughed aloud, saying, "Nay! I stay no longer here for any man!"
Then he saddled his horse Bhaunr Iraqi, put on his shining armour, and rode forth into the world; but--mindful of what his nurses had often told him--when he came to the river, he dismounted, and going into the water, washed himself and his clothes.