🧚 Demon With Matted Hair " 196, part 13 · page 2

To this the son of seven Queens, after a little pretended hesitation, agreed, saying that after all it would not be difficult to find a nice tough skin like the Jogi's elsewhere; so, driving the wonderful cow before him, he set off homewards.43 The seven Queens were delighted to possess so marvellous an animal, and though they toiled from morning till night making curds and whey, besides selling milk to the confectioners, they could not use half the cow gave, and became richer and richer day by day.44

Seeing them so comfortably off, the son of seven Queens started with a light heart to marry the Princess; but when passing the white hind's palace he could not resist sending a bolt at some pigeons which were cooing on the parapet.45 One fell dead just beneath the window where the white Queen was sitting.46 Looking out, she saw the lad hale and hearty standing before her, and grew whiter than ever with rage and spite.47

She sent for him to ask how he had returned so soon, and when she heard how kindly her mother had received him, she very nearly had a fit; however, she dissembled her feelings as well as she could, and, smiling sweetly, said she was glad to have been able to fulfil her promise, and that if he would give her this third pigeon, she would do yet more for him than she had done before, by giving him the million-fold rice, which ripens in one night.48

The lad was of course delighted at the very idea, and, giving up the pigeon, set off on his quest, armed as before with a potsherd, on which was written, "Do not fail this time.49 Kill the lad, and sprinkle his blood like water!"50

But when he looked in on his Princess, just to prevent her becoming anxious about him, she asked to see the potsherd as usual, and substituted another, on which was written, "Yet again give this lad all he requires, for his blood shall be as your blood!"51

Now when the old hag saw this, and heard how the lad wanted the million-fold rice which ripens in a single night, she fell into the most furious rage, but being terribly afraid of her daughter, she controlled herself, and bade the boy go and find the field guarded by eighteen millions of demons, warning him on no account to look back after having plucked the tallest spike of rice, which grew in the centre.52

So the son of seven Queens set off, and soon came to the field where, guarded by eighteen millions of demons, the million-fold rice grew.53 He walked on bravely, looking neither to the right or left, till he reached the centre and plucked the tallest ear, but as he turned homewards a thousand sweet voices rose behind him, crying in tenderest accents, "Pluck me too! oh, please pluck me too!"54 He looked back, and lo! there was nothing left of him but a little heap of ashes!55

Now as time passed by and the lad did not return, the old hag grew uneasy, remembering the message "his blood shall be as your blood"; so she set off to see what had happened.56

Soon she came to the heap of ashes, and knowing by her arts what it was, she took a little water, and kneading the ashes into a paste, formed it into the likeness of a man; then, putting a drop of blood from her little finger into its mouth, she blew on it, and instantly the son of seven Queens started up as well as ever.57

"Don't you disobey orders again!" grumbled the old hag, "or next time I'll leave you alone.58 Now be off, before I repent of my kindness!"59

So the son of seven Queens returned joyfully to his seven mothers, who, by the aid of the million-fold rice, soon became the richest people in the kingdom.60 Then they celebrated their son's marriage to the clever Princess with all imaginable pomp; but the bride was so clever, she would not rest until she had made known her husband to his father, and punished the wicked white witch.61 So she made her husband build a palace exactly like the one in which the seven Queens had lived, and in which the white witch now dwelt in splendour.62 Then, when all was prepared, she bade her husband give a grand feast to the King.63 Now the King had heard much of the mysterious son of seven Queens, and his marvellous wealth, so he gladly accepted the invitation; but what was his astonishment when on entering the palace he found it was a facsimile of his own in every particular!64 And when his host, richly attired, led him straight to the private hall, where on royal thrones sat the seven Queens, dressed as he had last seen them, he was speechless with surprise, until the Princess, coming forward, threw herself at his feet, and told him the whole story.65 Then the King awoke from his enchantment, and his anger rose against the wicked white hind who had bewitched him so long, until he could not contain himself.66 So she was put to death, and her grave ploughed over, and after that the seven Queens returned to their own splendid palace, and everybody lived happily.67

A Lesson for Kings68

Once upon a time, when Brahma-datta was reigning in Benares, the future Buddha returned to life as his son and heir.69 And when the day came for choosing a name, they called him Prince Brahma-datta.70 He grew up in due course; and when he was sixteen years old, went to Takkasila, and became accomplished in all arts.71 And after his father died he ascended the throne, and ruled the kingdom with righteousness and equity.72 He gave judgments without partiality, hatred, ignorance, or fear.73 Since he thus reigned with justice, with justice also his ministers administered the law.74 Law-suits being thus decided with justice, there were none who brought false cases.75 And as these ceased, the noise and tumult of litigation ceased in the king's court.76 Though the judges sat all day in the court, they had to leave without any one coming for justice.77 It came to this, that the Hall of Justice would have to be closed!78

Then the future Buddha thought, "It cannot be from my reigning with righteousness that none come for judgment; the bustle has ceased, and the Hall of Justice will have to be closed.79 I must, therefore, now examine into my own faults; and if I find that anything is wrong in me, put that away, and practise only virtue."80

Thenceforth he sought for some one to tell him his faults, but among those around him he found no one who would tell him of any fault, but heard only his own praise.81

Then he thought, "It is from fear of me that these men speak only good things, and not evil things," and he sought among those people who lived outside the palace.82 And finding no fault-finder there, he sought among those who lived outside the city, in the suburbs, at the four gates.83 And there too finding no one to find fault, and hearing only his own praise, he determined to search the country places.84