And the Great Being made answer in a sweet human voice: "I hate thee not, O Brahmin. Nor do I store the rice in a granary for selfish greed.
But this thing I do. Each day I pay a debt which is due--each day I grant a loan, and each day I store up a treasure."
Now the Brahmin could not understand the words of the Buddha (because true wisdom had not entered his heart) and he said: "I pray thee, O Wondrous Bird, to make these words clear unto me."
And then the Parrot-King made answer: "I carry food to my ancient parents who can no longer seek that food for themselves: thus I pay my daily debt. I carry food to my callow chicks whose wings are yet ungrown. When I am old they will care for me--this my loan to them. And for other birds, weak and helpless of wing, who need the aid of the strong, for them I lay up a store; to these I give in charity."
Then was the Brahmin much moved and showed the love that was in his heart. "Eat thy fill, O Righteous Bird, and let thy Kinsfolk eat, too, for thy sake." And he wished to bestow a thousand acres of land upon him, but the Great Being would only take a tiny portion round which were set boundary stores.
And the parrot returned with a head of rice, and said: "Arise, dear parents, that I may take you to a place of plenty." And he told them the story of his deliverance.
From "EASTERN STORIES AND LEGENDS."
THREE STORIES FROM HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.[53]
THE SWINEHERD.
There was once a poor Prince. He owned a Kingdom--a very small one, but it was big enough to allow him to marry, and he was determined to marry. Now, it was really very bold on his part to say to a King"s daughter: "Will you marry me?" But he dared to do so, for his name was known far and wide, and there were hundreds of princesses who would willingly have said: "Yes, thank you." But, would _she_? We shall hear what happened.
On the grave of the Prince"s father, there grew a rose-tree--such a wonderful rose-tree! It bloomed only once in five years, and then it bore only one rose--but what a rose! Its perfume was so sweet that whoever smelt it forgot all his cares and sorrows. The Prince had also a nightingale which could sing as if all the delicious melodies in the world were contained in its little throat. The rose and the nightingale were both to be given to the Princess, and were therefore placed in two great silver caskets and sent to her. The Emperor had them carried before him into the great hall where the Princess was playing at "visiting" with her ladies-in-waiting--they had nothing else to do. When she saw the caskets with the presents in them, she clapped her hands with joy.
"If it were only a little p.u.s.s.y-cat," she cried. But out came a beautiful rose.
"How elegantly it is made," said all the ladies of the court.
"It is more than elegant," said the Emperor, "It is _neat_.
"Fie, papa," she said, "it is not made at all; it is a _natural_ rose."
"Let us see what the other casket contains before we lose our temper,"
said the Emperor, and then out came the little nightingale and sang so sweetly that at first n.o.body could think of anything to say against it."
"_Superbe, superbe_," cried the ladies of the court, for they all chattered French, one worse than the other.
"How the bird reminds me of the late Empress" musical-box!" said an old Lord-in-Waiting. "Ah, me! the same tone, the same execution."
"The very same," said the Emperor, and he cried like a little child.
"I hope it is not a real bird," said the Princess.
Oh, yes! it is a real bird," said those who had brought it.
"Then let the bird fly away," she said, and she would on no account allow the Prince to come in.
But he was not to be disheartened; he smeared his face with black and brown, drew his cap over his forehead, and knocked at the Palace door.
The Emperor opened it.
"Good day, Emperor," he said. "Could I get work at the Palace?"
"Well, there are so many wanting places," said the Emperor; "but let me see!--I need a Swineherd. I have a good many pigs to keep."
So the Prince was made Imperial Swineherd. He had a wretched little room near the pig-sty and here he was obliged to stay. But the whole day he sat and worked, and by the evening he had made a neat little pipkin, and round it was a set of bells, and as soon as the pot began to boil, the bells fell to jingling most sweetly and played the old melody:
"Ach du lieber Augustin, Alles is weg, weg, weg!"[54]
But the most wonderful thing was that when you held your finger in the steam of the pipkin, you could immediately smell what dinner was cooking on every hearth in the town. That was something very different from a rose.
The Princess was walking out with her ladies-in-waiting, and when she heard the melody, she stopped short, and looked pleased, for she could play "Ach du lieber Augustin" herself; it was the only tune she knew, and that she played with one finger. "Why, that is the tune I play,"
she said. "What a cultivated Swineherd he must be. Go down and ask him how much his instrument costs."
So one of the ladies-in-waiting was obliged to go down, but she put on pattens first.
"How much do you want for your pipkin?" asked the Lady-in-waiting.
"I will have ten kisses from the Princess," said the Swineherd.
"Good gracious!" said the Lady-in-waiting.
"I will not take less," said the Swineherd.
"Well, what did he say?" asked the Princess.
"I really cannot tell you," said the Lady-in-waiting. "It is too dreadful."
"Then you must whisper it," said the Princess.
So she whispered it.
"He is very rude," said the Princess, and she walked away. But she had gone only a few steps when the bells sounded so sweetly:
"Ach du lieber Augustin Alles ist weg, weg, weg!"
"Listen," said the Princess, "ask him whether he will have his kisses from my Ladies-in-waiting."
"No, thank you," said the Swineherd. "I will have ten kisses from the Princess, or, I will keep my pipkin."
"How tiresome!" said the Princess; "but you must stand round me, so that n.o.body shall see."
So the ladies-in-waiting stood round her and they spread out their skirts. The Swineherd got the kisses, and she got the pipkin.
How delighted she was. All the evening and the whole of the next day, that pot was made to boil. And you might have known what everybody was cooking on every hearth in town, from the Chamberlain"s to the shoemaker"s. The court ladies danced and clapped their hands.