Meanwhile the princess Imani and the old fakir were much troubled because, although they waved the magic fan again and again, no Subbar Khan appeared, and they feared that he had tired of them, or that some evil fate had overtaken him. At last the princess was in such a miserable state of doubt and uncertainty that she determined to go herself to the kingdom of Dur and see what was the matter. Disguising herself in man"s clothes as a young fakir, she set out upon her journey alone and on foot, as a fakir should travel. One evening she found herself in a forest, and lay down under a great tree to pa.s.s the night. But she could not sleep for thinking of Subbar Khan, and wondering what had happened to him. Presently she heard two great monkeys talking to one another in the tree above her head.
"Good evening, brother," said one, "whence come you--and what is the news?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: IMANI LISTENS TO WHAT THE MONKEYS SAY]
"I come from Dur," said the other, "and the news is that the king is dying."
"Oh," said the first, "I"m sorry to hear that, for he is a master hand at slaying leopards and creatures that ought not to be allowed to live. What is the matter with him?"
"No man knows," replied the second monkey, "but the birds, who see all and carry all messages, say that he is dying of poisoned gla.s.s that Kupti the king"s daughter spread upon his bed."
"Ah!" said the first monkey, "that is sad news; but if they only knew it, the berries of the very tree we sit in, steeped in hot water, will cure such a disease as that in three days at most."
"True!" said the other, "it"s a pity that we can"t tell some man of a medicine so simple, and so save a good man"s life. But men are so silly; they go and shut themselves up in stuffy houses in stuffy cities instead of living in nice airy trees, and so they miss knowing all the best things."
Now when Imani heard that Subbar Khan was dying she began to weep silently; but as she listened she dried her tears and sat up; and as soon as daylight dawned over the forest she began to gather the berries from the tree until she had filled her cloth with a load of them. Then she walked on as fast as she could, and in two days reached the city of Dur. The first thing she did was to pa.s.s through the market crying:
"Medicine for sale! Are any ill that need my medicine?" And presently one man said to his neighbour:
"See, there is a young fakir with medicine for sale, perhaps he could do something for the king."
"Pooh!" replied the other, "where so many grey-beards have failed, how should a lad like that be of any use?"
"Still," said the first, "he might try." And he went up and spoke to Imani, and together they set out for the palace and announced that another doctor was come to try and cure the king.
After some delay Imani was admitted to the sick room, and, whilst _she_ was so well disguised that the king did not recognize her, _he_ was so wasted by illness that she hardly knew _him_. But she began at once, full of hope, by asking for some apartments all to herself and a pot in which to boil water. As soon as the water was heated she steeped some of her berries in it and gave the mixture to the king"s attendants and told them to wash his body with it. The first washing did so much good that the king slept quietly all the night. Again the second day she did the same, and this time the king declared he was hungry, and called for food. After the third day he was quite well, only very weak from his long illness. On the fourth day he got up and sat upon his throne, and then sent messengers to fetch the physician who had cured him. When Imani appeared everyone marvelled that so young a man should be so clever a doctor; and the king wanted to give him immense presents of money and of all kinds of precious things. At first Imani would take nothing, but at last she said that, if she must be rewarded, she would ask for the king"s signet ring and his handkerchief. So, as she would take nothing more, the king gave her his signet ring and his handkerchief, and she departed and travelled back to her own country as fast as she could.
A little while after her return, when she had related to the fakir all her adventures, they sent for Subbar Khan by means of the magic fan; and when he appeared they asked him why he had stayed away for so long. Then he told them all about his illness, and how he had been cured, and when he had finished the princess rose up and, opening a cabinet, brought out the ring and handkerchief, and said, laughing:
"Are these the rewards you gave to your doctor?"
At that the king looked, and he recognised her, and understood in a moment all that had happened; and he jumped up and put the magic fan in his pocket, and declared that no one should send him away to his own country any more unless Imani would come with him and be his wife.
And so it was settled, and the old fakir and Imani went to the city of Dur, where Imani was married to the king and lived happily ever after.
(Punjabi story.)
_THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE MAIA_
Once upon a time there lived a woman who had a pretty cottage and garden right in the middle of a forest. All through the summer she was quite happy tending her flowers and listening to the birds singing in the trees, but in the winter, when snow lay on the ground and wolves came howling about the door, she felt very lonely and frightened. "If I only had a child to speak to, however small, what a comfort it would be!" she said to herself. And the heavier the snow fell the oftener she repeated the words. And at last a day arrived when she could bear the silence and solitude no longer, and set off to walk to the nearest village to beg someone to sell her or lend her a child.
The snow was very deep, and reached above her ankles, and it took her almost an hour to go a few hundred yards.
"It will be dark at this rate before I get to the first house,"
thought she, and stopped to look about her. Suddenly a little woman in a high-crowned hat stepped from behind a tree in front of her.
"This is a bad day for walking! Are you going far?" inquired the little woman.
"Well, I want to go to the village; but I don"t see how I am ever to get there," answered the other.
"And may I ask what important business takes you there?" asked the little woman, who was really a witch.
"My house is so dreary, with no one to speak to; I cannot stay in it alone, and I am seeking for a child--I don"t mind how small she is--who will keep me company."
"Oh, if that is all, you need go no further," replied the witch, putting her hand in her pocket. "Look, here is a barley corn, as a favour you shall have it for twelve shillings, and if you plant it in a flower-pot, and give it plenty of water, in a few days you will see something wonderful."
This promise raised the woman"s spirits. She gladly paid down the price, and as soon as she returned home she dug a hole in a flower-pot and put in the seed.
For three days she waited, hardly taking her eyes from the flower-pot in its warm corner, and on the third morning she saw that, while she was asleep, a tall red tulip had shot up, sheathed in green leaves.
"What a beautiful blossom," cried the woman, stooping to kiss it, when, as she did so, the red petals burst asunder, and in the midst of them was a lovely little girl only an inch high. This tiny little creature was seated on a mattress of violets, and covered with a quilt of rose leaves, and she opened her eyes and smiled at the woman as if she had known her all her life.
"Oh! you darling; I shall never be lonely any more!" she exclaimed in rapture; and the baby nodded her head as much as to say:
"No, of course you won"t!"
The woman lost no time in seeking for a roomy walnut-sh.e.l.l, which she lined thickly with white satin, and on it she placed the mattress, with the child, whom she called Maia, upon it. This was her bed, and stood on a chair close to where her foster-mother was sleeping; but in the morning she was lifted out, and placed on a leaf in the middle of a large bowl of water, and given two white horse-hairs to row herself about with. She was the happiest baby that ever was seen, and pa.s.sed the whole day singing to herself, in a language of her own, that n.o.body else could understand.
For some weeks the two lived together and never grew tired of each other"s society, and then a terrible misfortune happened. One night, when the foster-mother lay sound asleep after a hard day"s work, a big, ugly, wet frog hopped in through the open window and stood staring at Maia under her quilt of rose leaves.
"Dear me! that is quite a pretty little girl," thought the frog to herself; "she would make a nice wife for my son." And picking up the walnut cradle in her mouth, she hopped with it to the edge of a stream which ran through the garden.
"Come and see what I have brought you," called the old frog, when she reached her home in the mud.
"Croak! croak! croak!" uttered the son, gazing with pleasure at the sleeping child.
"Hush; don"t make such a noise or you will wake her!" whispered the mother. "I mean her to be a wife for you, and while we are preparing for the wedding we will set her on that water-lily leaf in the middle of the brook, so that she may not be able to run away from us."
It was on this green floating prison that Maia awoke, frightened and puzzled, with the first rays of the sun. She stood up straight on the leaf, looking about her for a way of escape, and, finding none, she sat down again and began to weep bitterly. At length her sobs were heard by the old frog, who was busy in her house at the bottom of the marsh, twisting rushes into a soft carpet for Maia"s feet, and twining reeds and grapes over the doorway, to make it look pretty for the bride.
"Ah! the poor child feels lost and unhappy," she thought pitifully, for her heart was kind. "Well, I have just done, and then my son and I will go to fetch her. When she sees how handsome he is she will be all smiles again." And in a few minutes they both appeared beside the leaf.
"This is your future husband. Did you ever see anyone like him?" asked the proud mother, pushing him forward. But, after one glance, Maia only cried the more; and the little fishes who lived in the stream came swimming round to see what was the matter.
"It is absurd that such a pretty creature should be forced to take a husband whom she does not want," said they to each other. "And such an ugly one too! However, we can easily prevent it." And by turns they gnawed the stem of the lily-leaf close to the root, till at length it was free, and taking it in their mouths they bore Maia far away, till the little stream grew into a great river.
Oh, how Maia enjoyed that voyage, when once she became quite certain that the frogs could no longer reach her. Past many towns she went, and the people on the banks all turned to look at her, and exclaimed:
"What a lovely little girl! Where can she have come from?"
"What a lovely little girl!" twittered the birds in the bushes. And a blue b.u.t.terfly fell in love with her, and would not leave her; so she took off her sash, which just matched him, and tied it round his body, so that with this new kind of horse she travelled much faster than before.
Unluckily, a great c.o.c.kchafer, who was buzzing over the river, happened to catch sight of her, and caught her up in his claws. The poor b.u.t.terfly was terribly frightened at the sight of him, and he struggled hard to free himself, so that the sash bow gave way, and he flew off into the sunshine. But Maia wasn"t so fortunate, and though the c.o.c.kchafer collected honey from the flowers for her dinner, and told her several times how pretty she was, she could not feel at ease with him. The c.o.c.kchafer noticed this, and summoned his sisters to play with her; but they only stared rudely, and said: