|India Folk Tales
there lived a great Raja, whose flame was Salabhan, and be had a Queen,
by name Lona, who, though she wept and prayed at many a shrine, had
never a child to gladden her eyes. After a long time, however, a son
was promised to her.
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, "Oh, 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 sword, spear, and shield, against
the day when Raja Rasalu should go forth into the world.
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
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 Arab horse
Bhaunr, put on his shining armour, and rode forth into the world; but,
mindful of what his nurses had oft told him, when he came to the river,
he dismounted, and, going into the water, washed himself and his
Then, clean of raiment, fair of face, and brave of
heart, he rode on his way until he reached his father's city. There he
sat down to rest awhile by a well, where the women were drawing water
in earthen pitchers. Now, as they passed him, their full pitchers
poised upon their heads, the gay young prince flung stones at the
earthen vessels, and broke them all. Then the women, drenched with
water, went weeping and wailing to the palace, complaining to the King
that a mighty young Prince in shining armour, with a parrot on his
wrist and a gallant steed beside him, sat by the well, and broke their
Now, as soon as Raja Salabhan heard this, he guessed
at once that it was Prince Rasalu come forth before the time, and,
mindful of the Jogis' words that he would die if he looked on his son's
face before twelve years were past, he did not dare to send his guards
to seize the offender and bring him to be judged. So he bade the women
be comforted, and take pitchers of iron and brass, giving new ones from
the treasury to those who did not possess any of their own.
when Prince Rasalu saw the women returning to the well with pitchers of
iron and brass, he laughed to himself, and drew his mighty bow till the
sharp-pointed arrows pierced the metal vessels as though they had been
Yet still the King did not send for him, so he mounted his
steed and set off in the pride of his youth and strength to the palace.
He strode into the audience hall, where his father sat trembling, and
saluted him with all reverence; but Raja Salabhan, in fear of his life,
turned his back hastily and said never a word in reply.
Then Prince Rasalu called scornfully to him across the hall:
"I came to greet thee, King, and not to harm thee!
What have I done that thou shouldst turn away?
Sceptre and empire have no power to charm me--
I go to seek a worthier prize than they!"
he strode away, full of bitterness and anger; but as he passed under
the palace windows, he heard his mother weeping, and the sound softened
his heart, so that his wrath died down, and a great loneliness fell
upon him, because he was spurned by both father and mother. So he cried
"Oh heart crown'd with grief, hast thou nought
But tears for thy son?
Art mother of mine? Give one thought
To my life just begun!"
And Queen Lona answered through her tears:
"Yea! mother am I, though I weep,
So hold this word sure,--
Go, reign king of all men, but keep
Thy heart good and pure!"
Raja Rasalu was comforted, and began to make ready for fortune. He took
with him his horse Bhaunr and his parrot, both of whom had lived with
him since he was born. So they made a goodly company, and Queen Lona,
when she saw them going, watched them from her window till she saw
nothing but a cloud of dust on the horizon; then she bowed her head on
her hands and wept, saying:
"Oh! son who ne'er gladdened mine eyes,
Let the cloud of thy going arise,
Dim the sunlight and darken the day;
For the mother whose son is away
Is as dust!"
had started off to play chaupur with King Sarkap. And as he journeyed
there came a fierce storm of thunder and lightning, so that he sought
shelter, and found none save an old graveyard, where a headless corpse
lay upon the ground; So lonesome was it that even the corpse seemed
company, and Rasalu, sitting down beside it, said:
"There is no one here, nor far nor near,
Save this breathless corpse so cold and grim;
Would God he might come to life again,
'Twould be less lonely to talk to him."
And immediately the headless corpse arose and sat beside Raja Rasalu. And he, nothing astonished, said to it:
"The storm beats fierce and loud,
The clouds rise thick in the west;
What ails thy grave and shroud,
Oh corpse! that thou canst not rest?"
Then the headless corpse replied:
"On earth I was even as thou,
My turban awry like a king,
My head with the highest, I trow,
Having my fun and my fling,
Fighting my foes like a brave,
Living my life with a swing.
And, now I am dead,
Sins, heavy as lead,
Will give me no rest in my grave!"
the night passed on, dark and dreary, while Rasalu sat in the graveyard
and talked to the headless corpse. Now when morning broke and Rasalu
said he must continue his journey, the headless corpse asked him
whither he was going, and when he said "to play chaupur with King
Sarkap," the corpse begged him to give up the idea saying, "I am King
Sarkap's brother, and I know his ways. Every day, before breakfast, he
cuts off the heads of two or three men, just to amuse himself. One day
no one else was at hand, so he cut off mine, and he will surely cut off
yours on some pretence or another. However, if you are determined to go
and play chaupur with him, take some of the bones from this graveyard,
and make your dice out of them, and then the enchanted dice with which
my brother plays will lose their virtue. Otherwise he will always win."
Rasalu took some of the bones lying about, and fashioned them into
dice, and these he put into his pocket. Then, bidding adieu to the
headless corpse, he went on his way to play chaupur with the King.
as Raja Rasalu, tender-hearted and strong, journeyed along to play
chaupur with the King, he came to a burning forest, and a voice rose
from the fire saying, "Oh, traveller! for God's sake save me from the
Then the Prince turned towards the burning forest, and,
lo! the voice was the voice of a tiny cricket. Nevertheless, Rasalu,
tender-hearted and strong, snatched it from the fire and set it at
liberty. Then the little creature, full of, gratitude, pulled out one
of its feelers, and giving it to its preserver, said, "Keep this, and
should you ever be in trouble, put it into the fire, and instantly I
will come to your aid."
The Prince smiled, saying, "What help could you give me?" Nevertheless, he kept the hair and went on his way.
when he reached the city of King Sarkap, seventy maidens, daughters of
the King, came out to meet him--seventy fair maidens, merry and
careless, full of smiles and laughter; but one, the youngest of them
all, when she saw the gallant young Prince riding on Bhaunr Iraqi,
going gaily to his doom, was filled with pity, and called to him saying:
"Fair Prince, on the charger so gray,
Turn thee back! turn thee back!
Or lower thy lance for the fray;
Thy head will be forfeit to-day!
Dost love life? then, stranger, I pray,
Turn thee back! turn thee back!"
But he, smiling at the maiden, answered lightly:
"Fair maiden, I come from afar,
Sworn conqueror in love and in war!
King Sarkap my coming will rue,
His head in four pieces I'll hew;
Then forth as a bridegroom I'll ride,
With you, little maid, as my bride!"
when Rasalu replied so gallantly, the maiden looked in his face, and
seeing how fair he was, and how brave and strong, she straightway fell
in love with him, and would gladly have followed him through the world.
the other sixty-nine maidens, being jealous, laughed scornfully at her,
saying, "Not so fast, oh gallant warrior! If you would marry our sister
you must first do our bidding, for you will be our younger brother."
"Fair sisters!" quoth Rasalu gaily, "give me my task and I will perform it."
the sixty-nine maidens mixed a hundredweight of millet seed with a
hundredweight of sand, and giving it to Rasalu, bade him separate the
seed from the sand.
Then he bethought him of the cricket, and
drawing, the feeler from his pocket, thrust it into the fire. And
immediately there was a whirring noise in the air, and a great flight
of crickets alighted beside him, and amongst them the cricket whose
life he had saved.
Then Rasalu said, "Separate the millet seed from the sand."
that all?" quoth the cricket; "had I known how small a job you wanted
me to do, I would not have assembled so many of my brethren."
With that the flight of crickets set to work, and in one night they separated the seed from the sand.
when the sixty-nine fair maidens, daughters of the king, saw that
Rasalu had performed his task, they set him another, bidding him swing
them all, one by one, in their swings, until they were tired.
he laughed, saying, "There are seventy of you, counting my little bride
yonder, and I am not going to spend my life swinging girls! Why, by the
time I have given each of you a swing, the first will be wanting
another! No! if you want a swing, get in, all seventy of you, into one
swing, and then I'll see what can be done."
So the seventy
maidens climbed into one swing, and Raja Rasalu, standing in his
shining armour, fastened the ropes to his mighty bow, and drew it up to
its fullest bent. Then he let go, and like an arrow the swing shot into
the air, with its burden of seventy fair maidens, merry and careless,
full of smiles and laughter.
But as it swung back again, Rasalu,
standing there in his shining armour, drew his sharp sword and severed,
the ropes. Then the seventy fair maidens fell to the ground headlong;
and some were bruised and some broken, but the only one who escaped
unhurt was the maiden who loved Rasalu, for she fell out last, on the
top of the others, and so came to no harm.
After this, Rasalu
strode on fifteen paces, till he came to the seventy drums, that every
one who came to play chaupur with the King had to beat in turn; and he
beat them so loudly that he broke them all. Then he came to the seventy
gongs, all in a row, and he hammered them so hard that they cracked to
Seeing this, the youngest Princess, who was the only one who could run, fled to her father the King in a great fright, saying:
"A mighty Prince, Sarkap! making havoc, rides along,
'He swung us, seventy maidens fair, and threw us out headlong;
He broke the drums you placed there and the gongs too in his pride,
Sure, he will kill thee, father mine, and take me for his bride!"
But King Sarkap replied scornfully:
"Silly maiden, thy words make a lot
Of a very small matter;
For fear of my valour, I wot,
His armour will clatter.
As soon as I've eaten my bread
I'll go forth and cut off his head!"
these brave and boastful words, he was in reality very much afraid,
having heard of Rasalu's renown. And learning that he was stopping at
the house of an old woman in the city, till the hour for playing
chaupur arrived, Sarkap sent slaves to him with trays of sweetmeats and
fruit, as to an honoured guest. But the food was poisoned. Now when the
slaves brought the trays to Raja Rasalu, he rose up haughtily, saying,
"Go, tell your master I have nought to do with him in friendship. I am
his sworn enemy, and I eat not of his salt!"
So saying, he threw the sweetmeats to Raja Sarkap's dog, which had followed the slave, and lo! the dog died.
Rasalu was very wroth, and said bitterly, "Go back to Sarkap, slaves!
and tell him that Rasalu deems it no act of bravery to kill even an
enemy by treachery."
Now, when evening came, Raja Rasalu went
forth to play chaupur with King Sarkap, and as he passed some potters'
kilns he saw a cat wandering about restlessly; so he asked what ailed
her, that she never stood still, and she replied, "My kittens are in an
unbaked pot in the kiln yonder. It has just been set alight, .and my
children will be baked alive; therefore I cannot rest!"
words moved the heart of Raja Rasalu, and, going to the potter, he
asked him to sell the kiln as it was; but the potter replied that he
could not settle a fair price till the pots were burnt, as he could not
tell how many would come out whole. Nevertheless, after some
bargaining, he consented at last to sell the kiln, and Rasalu, having
searched all the pots, restored the kittens to their mother, and she,
in gratitude for his mercy, gave him one of them, saying, "Put it in
your pocket, for it will help you when you are in difficulties." So
Raja Rasalu put the kitten in his pocket, and went to play chaupur with
Now, before they sat down to play, Raja Sarkap fixed
his stakes,--on the first game, his kingdom; on the second, the wealth
of the whole world; and, on the third, his own head. So, likewise, Raja
Rasalu fixed his stakes,--on the first game, his arms; on the second,
his horse; and, on the third, his own head.
Then they began to
play, and it fell to Rasalu's lot to make the first move. Now he,
forgetful of the dead man's warning, played with the dice given him by
Raja Sarkap, besides which, Sarkap let loose his famous rat, Dhol Raja,
and it ran about the board, upsetting the chaupur pieces on the sly, so
that Rasalu lost the first game, and gave up his shining armour.
the second game began, and once more Dhol Raja, the rat, upset the
pieces; and Rasalu, losing the game, gave up his faithful steed. Then
Bhaunr, the Arab steed, who stood by, found voice, and cried to his
"Sea-born am I, bought with much gold;
Dear Prince! trust me now as of old.
I'll carry you far from these wiles--
My flight, all unspurr'd, will be swift as a bird,
For thousands and thousands of miles!
Or if needs you must stay; ere the next game you play,
Place hand in your pocket, I pray!"
this, Raja Sarkap frowned, and bade his slaves,remove Bhaunr, the Arab
steed, since he gave his master advice in the game. Now, when the
slaves came to lead the faithful steed away, Rasalu could not refrain
from tears, thinking over the long years during which Bhaunr, the Arab
steed, had been his companion. But the horse cried out again,
"Weep not, dear Prince! I shall not eat my bread
Of stranger hands, nor to strange stall be led.
Take thy right hand, and place it as I said."
words roused some recollection in Rasalu's mind, and when, just at this
moment, the kitten in his pocket began to struggle, he remembered all
about the warning, and the dice made from dead men's bones. Then his
heart rose up once more, and he called boldly to Raja Sarkap, "Leave my
horse and arms here for the present. Time enough to take them away when
you have won my head!"
Now, Raja Sarkap, seeing Rasalu's
confident bearing, began to be afraid, and ordered all the women of his
palace to come forth in their gayest attire and stand before Rasalu, so
as to distract his attention from the game. But he never even looked at
them, and throwing the dice from his pocket, said to Sarkap, "We have
played with your dice all this time; now we will play with mine."
Then the kitten went and sat at the window through which the rat Dhol Raja used to come, and the game began.
a while, Sarkap, seeing Raja Rasalu was winning, called to his rat, but
when Dhol Raja saw the kitten he was afraid, and would not go further.
So Rasalu won, and took back his arms. 'Next he played for his horse,
and once more Raja Sarkap called for his rat; but Dhol Raja, seeing the
kitten keeping watch, was afraid. So Rasalu won the second stake, and
took back Bhaunr, the Arab steed.
Then Sarkap brought all his skill to bear on the third and last game, saying,
"Oh moulded pieces! favour me to-day!
For sooth this is a man with whom I play.
No paltry risk--but life and death at stake;
As Sarkap does, so do, for Sarkap's sake!"
But Rasalu answered back,
"Oh moulded pieces! favour me to.day!
For sooth it is a man with whom I play.
No paltry risk--but life and death at stake;
As Heaven does, so do, for Heaven's sake!"
they began to play, whilst the women stood round in a circle, and the
kitten watched Dhol Raja from the window. Then Sarkap lost, first his
kingdom, then the wealth of the whole world, and lastly his head.
then, a servant came in to announce the birth of a daughter to Raja
Sarkap, and he, overcome by misfortunes, said, "Kill her at once! for
she has been born in an evil moment, and has brought her father ill
But Rasalu rose up in his shining armour, tender-hearted
and strong, saying, "Not so, oh king! She has done no evil. Give me
this child to wife; and if you will vow, by all you hold sacred, never
again to play chaupur for another's head, I will spare yours now!"
Sarkap vowed a solemn vow never to play for another's head; and after
that he took a fresh mango branch, and the new-born babe, and placing
them on a golden dish gave them to Rasalu.
Now, as be left the
palace, carrying with him the new-born babe and the mango branch, he
met a band of prisoners, and they called out to him,
"A royal hawk art thou, oh King, the rest
But timid wild-fowl. Grant us. our request,--
Unloose these chains, and live for ever blest!"
And Raja Rasalu hearkened to them, and bade King Sarkap set them at liberty.
he went to the Murti Hills, and placed the new-born babe, Kokilan, in
an underground palace, and planted the mango branch at the door,
saying, " In twelve years the mango tree will blossom; then will I
return and marry Kokilan."
And after twelve years, the mango
tree began to flower, and Raja Rasalu married the Princess Kokilan,
whom he won from Sarkap when he played chaupur with the King.