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The Jogi's Punishment

from The Lilac Fairy Book





Once upon a time there came to the ancient city of Rahmatabad a
jogi[FN#1: A Hindu holy man.] of holy appearance, who took up
his abode under a tree outside the city, where he would sit for
days at a time fasting from food and drink, motionless except for
the fingers that turned restlessly his string of beads. The fame
of such holiness as this soon spread, and daily the citizens
would flock to see him, eager to get his blessing, to watch his
devotions, or to hear his teaching, if he were in the mood to
speak. Very soon the rajah himself heard of the jogi, and began
regularly to visit him to seek his counsel and to ask his prayers
that a son might be vouchsafed to him. Days passed by, and at
last the rajah became so possessed with the thought of the holy
man that he determined if possible to get him all to himself. So
he built in the neighbourhood a little shrine, with a room or two
added to it, and a small courtyard closely walled up; and, when
all was ready, besought the jogi to occupy it, and to receive no
other visitors except himself and his queen and such pupils as
the jogi might choose, who would hand down his teaching. To this
the jogi consented; and thus he lived for some time upon the
king's bounty, whilst the fame of his godliness grew day by day.

Now, although the rajah of Rahmatabad had no son, he possessed a
daughter, who as she grew up became the most beautiful creature
that eye ever rested upon. Her father had long before betrothed
her to the son of the neighbouring rajah of Dilaram, but as yet
she had not been married to him, and lived the quiet life proper
to a maiden of her beauty and position. The princess had of
course heard of the holy man and of his miracles and his fasting,
and she was filled with curiosity to see and to speak to him; but
this was difficult, since she was not allowed to go out except
into the palace grounds, and then was always closely guarded.
However, at length she found an opportunity, and made her way one
evening alone to the hermit's shrine.

Unhappily, the hermit was not really as holy as he seemed; for no
sooner did he see the princess than he fell in love with her
wonderful beauty, and began to plot in his heart how he could win
her for his wife. But the maiden was not only beautiful, she was
also shrewd; and as soon as she read in the glance of the jogi
the love that filled his soul, she sprang to her feet, and,
gathering her veil about her, ran from the place as fast as she
could. The jogi tried to follow, but he was no match for her; so,
beside himself with rage at finding that he could not overtake
her, he flung at her a lance, which wounded her in the leg. The
brave princess stooped for a second to pluck the lance out of the
wound, and then ran on until she found herself safe at home
again. There she bathed and bound up the wound secretly, and told
no one how naughty she had been, for she knew that her father
would punish her severely.

Next day, when the king went to visit the jogi, the holy man
would neither speak to nor look at him.

'What is the matter?' asked the king. 'Won't you speak to me to-
day?'

'I have nothing to say that you would care to hear,' answered the
jogi.

'Why?' said the king. 'Surely you know that I value all that you
say, whatever it may be.'

But still the jogi sat with his face turned away, and the more
the king pressed him the more silent and mysterious he became. At
last, after much persuasion, he said:

'Let me tell you, then, that there is in this city a creature
which, if you do not put an end to it, will kill every single
person in the place.'

The king, who was easily frightened, grew pale.

'What?' he gasped--'what is this dreadful thing? How am I to know
it and to catch it? Only counsel me and help me, and I will do
all that you advise.'

'Ah!' replied the jogi, 'it is indeed dreadful. It is in the
shape of a beautiful girl, but it is really an evil spirit. Last
evening it came to visit me, and when I looked upon it its beauty
faded into hideousness, its teeth became horrible fangs, its eyes
glared like coals of fire, great claws sprang from its slender
fingers, and were I not what I am it might have consumed me.'

The king could hardly speak from alarm, but at last he said:

'How am I to distinguish this awful thing when I see it?'

'Search,' said the jogi, 'for a lovely girl with a lance wound in
her leg, and when she is found secure her safely and come and
tell me, and I will advise you what to do next.'

Away hurried the king, and soon set all his soldiers scouring the
country for a girl with a lance wound in her left. For two days
the search went on, and then it was somehow discovered that the
only person with a lance wound in the leg was the princess
herself. The king, greatly agitated, went off to tell the jogi,
and to assure him that there must be some mistake. But of course
the jogi was prepared for this, and had his answer ready.

'She is not really your daughter, who was stolen away at her
birth, but an evil spirit that has taken her form,' said he
solemnly. 'You can do what you like, but if you don't take my
advice she will kill you all.' And so solemn he appeared, and so
unshaken in his confidence, that the king's wisdom was blinded,
and he declared that he would do whatever the jogi advised, and
believe whatever he said. So the jogi directed him to send him
secretly two carpenters; and when they arrived he set them to
make a great chest, so cunningly jointed and put together that
neither air nor water could penetrate it. There and then the
chest was made, and, when it was ready, the jogi bade the king to
bring the princess by night; and they two thrust the poor little
maiden into the chest and fastened it down with long nails, and
between them carried it to the river and pushed it out into the
stream.

As soon as the jogi got back from this deed he called two of his
pupils, and pretended that it had been revealed to him that there
should be found floating on the river a chest with something of
great price within it; and he bade them go and watch for it at
such a place far down the stream, and when the chest came slowly
along, bobbing and turning in the tide, they were to seize it and
secretly and swiftly bring it to him, for he was now determined
to put the princess to death himself. The pupils set off at once,
wondering at the strangeness of their errand, and still more at
the holiness of the jogi to whom such secrets were revealed.

It happened that, as the next morning was dawning, the gallant
young prince of Dilaram was hunting by the banks of the river,
with a great following of wazirs, attendants, and huntsmen, and
as he rode he saw floating on the river a large chest, which came
slowly along, bobbing and turning in the tide. Raising himself in
his saddle, he gave an order, and half a dozen men plunged into
the water and drew the chest out on to the river bank, where
every one crowded around to see what it could contain. The prince
was certainly not the least curious among them; but he was a
cautious young man, and, as he prepared to open the chest
himself, he bade all but a few stand back, and these few to draw
their swords, so as to be prepared in case the chest should hold
some evil beast, or djinn, or giant. When all were ready and
expectant, the prince with his dagger forced open the lid and
flung it back, and there lay, living and breathing, the most
lovely maiden he had ever seen in his life.

Although she was half stifled from her confinement in the chest,
the princess speedily revived, and, when she was able to sit up,
the prince began to question her as to who she was and how she
came to be shut up in the chest and set afloat upon the water;
and she, blushing and trembling to find herself in the presence
of so many strangers, told him that she was the princess of
Rahmatabad, and that she had been put into the chest by her own
father. When he on his part told her that he was the prince of
Dilaram, the astonishment of the young people was unbounded to
find that they, who had been betrothed without ever having seen
one another, should have actually met for the first time in such
strange circumstances. In fact, the prince was so moved by her
beauty and modest ways that he called up his wazirs and demanded
to be married at once to this lovely lady who had so completely
won his heart. And married they were then and there upon the
river bank, and went home to the prince's palace, where, when the
story was told, they were welcomed by the old rajah, the prince's
father, and the remainder of the day was given over to feasting
and rejoicing. But when the banquet was over, the bride told her
husband that now, on the threshold of their married life, she had
more to relate of her adventures than he had given her the
opportunity to tell as yet; and then, without hiding anything,
she informed him of all that happened to her from the time she
had stolen out to visit the wicked jogi.

In the morning the prince called his chief wazir and ordered him
to shut up in the chest in which the princess had been found a
great monkey that lived chained up in the palace, and to take the
chest back to the river and set it afloat once more and watch
what became of it. So the monkey was caught and put into the
chest, and some of the prince's servants took it down to the
river and pushed it off into the water. Then they followed
secretly a long way off to see what became of it.

Meanwhile the jogi's two pupils watched and watched for the chest
until they were nearly tired of watching, and were beginning to
wonder whether the jogi was right after all, when on the second
day they spied the great chest coming floating on the river,
slowly bobbing and turning in the tide; and instantly a great joy
and exultation seized them, for they thought that here indeed was
further proof of the wonderful wisdom of their master. With some
difficulty they secured the chest, and carried it back as swiftly
and secretly as possible to the jogi's house. As soon as they
brought in the chest, the jogi, who had been getting very cross
and impatient, told them to put it down, and to go outside whilst
he opened the magic chest.

'And even if you hear cries and sounds, however alarming, you
must on no account enter,' said the jogi, walking over to a
closet where lay the silken cord that was to strangle the
princess.

And the two pupils did as they were told, and went outside and
shut close all the doors. Presently they heard a great outcry
within and the jogi's voice crying aloud for help; but they dared
not enter, for had they not been told that whatever the noise,
they must not come in? So they sat outside, waiting and
wondering; and at last all grew still and quiet, and remained so
for such a long time that they determined to enter and see if all
was well. No sooner had they opened the door leading into the
courtyard than they were nearly upset by a huge monkey that came
leaping straight to the doorway and escaped past them into the
open fields. Then they stepped into the room, and there they saw
the jogi's body lying torn to pieces on the threshold of his
dwelling!

Very soon the story spread, as stories will, and reached the ears
of the princess and her husband, and when she knew that her enemy
was dead she made her peace with her father.

From Major Campbell, Feroshepore.





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