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Title: Good Will Grow Out Of Good Author: Mrs. Howard Kingscote [More Titles by Kingscote] In a certain town there reigned a king named Patnîpriya, [81] to whose court, a poor old Brâhmin, named Pâpabhîru, [82] came every morning, with a yellow lime in his hand, and presenting it to the king, pronounced a benediction in Tamil:--
"If good is sown, then good will grow:
[81] i.e., lover of his wife. [82] i.e., a shudder at sin. The king respected as much the noble benediction of the Brâhman as he did his grey hairs. In this way the presentation of the fruit continued daily, though the Brâhmin had nothing to request from the king, but simply wished to pay his respects. On observing that he had no ulterior motives, but was merely actuated by râjasêvana, or duty to his king, the king's admiration for his old morning visitor increased the more. After presenting the fruit the Brâhmin waited upon his sovereign till his pûjâ [83] was over, and then went home where his wife kept ready for him all the requisites for his own pûjâ. Pâpabhîru then partook of what dinner his wife had prepared for him. Sometimes, however, a Brâhmin neighbour sent him an invitation to dinner, which he at once accepted. For his father, before he breathed his last, had called him to his bedside, and, pronouncing his last benediction, had thus advised him in Tamil:--
"Morning meal do thou never spurn,
[83]Worship of the household gods or devotion.
Now on a certain êkâdasi [84] morning, Pâpabhîru went to the king to pay his respects as usual, with the lime and the benediction, but found that he had gone to his pûjâ and so followed him there. On seeing the Brâhmin, the king's face glowed with pleasure, and he said:-- "My most revered god on earth, [85] I thought that some ill must have befallen you, when I missed you in the council-hall this morning; but praised be Paramêsvara for having sent you to me, though it is a little late. I never do my pûjâ without placing my scimitar by the side of the god, but last night I left it in my queen's room. It is under the pillow of the couch on which I usually sleep. Until you came I could find no suitable person to fetch it for me, and so I have waited for you. Would you kindly take the trouble to fetch it for me?"
[84] The eleventh lunar day of every fortnight, on which a fast is observed by orthodox Hindûs. [85] Bhûsura, bhûdêva; a generic name for a Brâhmin. The poor Brâhmin was only too glad of the opportunity thus presented to him of serving his king, and so he ran to the harem and into the room where the king usually slept. The queen was a very wicked woman and always having secret meetings with courtiers of her husband, so when Pâpabhîru returned he surprised the queen and one of her lovers walking in the garden, he went through, however, to the king's room, and lifting up the king's pillow felt for the scimitar, and went away. True however, to his father's words, "Nor say thou what thine eyes discern," he never opened his lips and went his way with a heavy heart. The queen and her wicked suitor were greatly alarmed. "That rogue of an old Brâhmin has seen us and may report to the king at the first opportunity," faltered the minister. But the queen, as bold in words as in sin, said; "I will have him murdered before the sun rises. Wait you here. I shall inform the king of what is to be done and report the result to you, and then you may go home." So saying, she went and stood before her royal husband who was at his worship. Patnîpriya rose up and asked her the reason of her sudden appearance. Said she, "Your Majesty seems to think the whole world as innocent as yourself. That wretched old Brâhmin, though his hair is as white as milk, has not forgotten his younger days, he asked me to run away with him. If you do not order his death before to-morrow morning, I shall kill myself." The king was much vexed with what he heard, and all the regard he had for the Brâhmin disappeared at once. He called two of his executioners and spoke to them thus before his wife:-- "Take to the east gate of the town a large iron caldron, and keep it boiling to the brim with gingely oil. [86] A certain person shall come to you in the morning and ask you, 'Is it all done?' Without observing who he is, tie his hands and feet and throw him into the boiling oil. When he has been boiled to death, put out the fire and empty out the oil."
[86] Oil of sesamun; til and gingely oil are the ordinary names for this common product of India.
When his pûjâ was over the king sent for Pâpabhîru, and the poor Brâhmin, never having before been sent for at such a time, made his appearance with a beating heart. When he arrived the king, in order to arouse no suspicion in his mind, said gently to him:-- "My dear Brâhmin, to-morrow morning, when you go to make your ablutions, pass by the east gate. There you will see two persons seated by the side of a large caldron. Ask them, 'Is it all done?' And whatever reply they give you, come and communicate to me." Thus spoke the king, firmly believing that Pâpabhîru would never return to him; while the Brâhmin, glad to be able to serve the king a second time next morning, went home and slept soundly. Early in the morning, even a ghatikâ before his usual time, he got up, and, placing on his head a bag containing dry clothes, proceeded to the river for his morning bath. He took the road to the eastern gate as he had been ordered, but had not walked far when a friend invited him to a dvâdasi [87] breakfast.
[87] Dvâdasi is the twelfth lunar day, on which early in the morning, before even the fifth ghatikâ is over, every orthodox Hindû is obliged by his religious codes to break the previous day's fast.
Footnotes: [88] Lit. a "chombu-full;" the chombu is a small vessel. [89] A sacred hymn.
Meanwhile the minister was most anxious to hear the news of the Brâhmin's death, but was afraid to send any one to inquire about it, lest he should arouse suspicion. So he went himself to the east gate, as soon as the sun had risen, and asked the executioners, sitting by the side of the caldron, by way of a simple question: "Is the business all done?" And as they were instructed not to observe who the person was that came to question them, but to tie him up and boil him in the oil, they, notwithstanding his howls, bound him and threw him in. As soon as he was dead, they extinguished the fire, poured out the oil, turned over the caldron, corpse and all. The Brâhmin finished his dvâdasi breakfast, in great haste, and, with the betel leaf still in his hand, ran to the gate to inquire of the persons seated by the caldron whether it was all done. When he put them the question, they smilingly replied:-- "Yes, Sir, it is all done. The minister is boiled to death. We gave full execution to the king's orders. You may go and report the affair to him." The Brâhmin, not knowing the reason for the course events had taken, ran back and reported the reply of the executioners to the king. The minister's interference in the affair at once kindled suspicion in the king's mind. He unsheathed his scimitar, and holding it in his right hand, twisted the lock of hair on the Brâhmin's head into his left. He then asked him whether he had not tried to get his wife away from him the previous morning, and told him that, if he concealed the truth, he would make an end of him. The poor Brâhmin now confessed what he had seen, on which the king threw down the scimitar and fell down on his knees before him. "The words of thy benediction, O respected Brâhmin, have only now been explained to me. Thou hast sown nothing but good; and good in having thy life preserved, hast thou reaped. The wicked minister--whose conscious guilt made him so very anxious to hear about thy death--because he sowed a bad intention in his heart has reaped evil, even a death that he never expected. Another victim of evil sowing, remains in my queen, in whom I placed an undeserved love." So said he, and ordered her to the gallows. The old Brâhmin he appointed his minister and reigned for a long time. [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |