The Brahman Wife And Her Seven Sons

: Deccan Nursery Tales

Once upon a time there was a town called Atpat. In it there lived a

poor Brahman who used always to perform Shradh or memorial ceremonies

to his father on the last day of the month of Shravan. When performing

these ceremonies he always invited other Brahmans to dine. But it so

happened that on every last day of the month of Shravan, [22] from the

day of his father's death onwards, his daughter-in-law gave birth to a

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tle boy. And just as the Brahmans had begun to enjoy their dinner,

the child would die. So all the Shradh ceremonies had to cease,

and the poor Brahmans had to be sent away feeling most dreadfully

hungry. This happened regularly for six years. But, when the seventh

little boy was born only to die just as his guests were beginning

to enjoy their dinner, the poor Brahman lost all patience. He took

the newly-born child and placed it in his daughter-in-law's lap and

then drove her out of the house and into the jungle. The poor woman

walked along until she came to a great, dark forest. In it she met the

wife of a hobgoblin, [23] who asked, "Lady, Lady, whose wife are you,

and why do you come here? Run away as quickly as you can. For, if my

husband the hobgoblin sees you, he will tear you to pieces and gobble

you up." The poor woman said she was the daughter-in-law of a Brahman,

and explained how every year she had given birth to a son on the last

day of Shravan, how it had died in the middle of the Shradh feast,

and how at last her father-in-law had put the child in her lap and

had driven her from home and into the forest. The hobgoblin's wife

repeated, "If you value your life at all, go away." The Brahman

woman began to cry, until at last the hobgoblin's wife had pity on

her and said, "Do not be afraid; walk a little way until you come to

an altar to the god Shiva, Close by is a bel [24] tree; climb into it

and hide among the branches. To-night the serpent-maidens from Patala

and the wood-nymphs, together with a train of seven demon Asuras,

[25] will come and worship at the altar. After making their offerings

to the god, they will call out, 'Is there any uninvited guest present

to whom we can make a gift?' You must then call out in reply, 'Yes,

I am here.' They will see you and question you, and you must tell them

all your story." The poor Brahman woman agreed. She walked on until

she came to the god Shiva's altar. She climbed into the branches of

the bel tree. She remained there until midnight came. Suddenly the

serpent-maidens from Patala and the wood-nymphs, accompanied by a

train of seven demon Asuras, came and worshipped at the altar. After

making offerings to the god they called out, "Is there any uninvited

guest present to whom we can make a gift?" The Brahman woman at once

climbed down the bel tree and called out in answer, "Yes, I am here,"

The serpent-maidens from Patala and the wood-nymphs, greatly surprised,

asked her who she was, and she told them all her story. Then the

serpent-maidens of Patala and the wood-nymphs ordered their train

of demon Asuras to go and search for the seven sons of the Brahman

woman. The seven demon Asuras spurred their horses and rode off in all

directions. In a little time the giant captain of the demon guards

rode up carrying in his arms the body of a little boy of six. Then

another rode up carrying the body of a little boy of five. And four

others rode up carrying a little boy of four, a little boy of three,

a little boy of two, and a little boy only one year old. Last of

all the seventh demon Asura rode up with a newly-born baby boy. The

demons placed the bodies in front of the serpent-maidens from Patala

and of the wood-nymphs. And first of all the little boy of six came to

life and got up and ran to his mother. Next the little boy of five,

and then the little boy of four, and then the little boy of three

came to life and ran to their mother. Then the little boy of two

came to life and got up, but he could only walk to his mother. Next

the little one-year-old boy came to life, but he could not get up,

so he lay on his back and kicked up his legs. And last of all the

newly-born baby came to life, but he could not even kick up his

legs. And they were all delighted to see their mother, and she was

overjoyed to have all her sons again. But the serpent-maidens from

Patala and the wood-nymphs warned her that she must pray to the

sixty-four Yoginis, the attendants who wait on Durga, the Goddess

of Death, or else her children would be snatched from her again. And

they told her to pray her hardest, for her prayer had to travel down

to the depths of Hell. So the Brahman woman prayed her hardest to

the sixty-four Yoginis, and then she prostrated herself before the

serpent-maidens from Patala, and the wood-nymphs, and their train of

demon Asuras. And then she took the little one-year-old boy on her hip,

and the newly-born baby boy in her arms, and she walked with her other

five sons to the village. When the villagers saw her coming they ran

and said to the Brahman, "Bhatji, Bhatji, your daughter-in-law is

coming back home." And the Brahman became very angry and vowed that

he would drive her away again. So he watched for her coming. But

first of all he saw walking towards his house a little boy of six,

and then a little boy of five, and then a little boy of four, and

then two other little boys of three and two. Last of all he saw his

daughter-in-law with a one-year-old boy on her hip and a newly-born

baby in her arms. He rose and fetched a cauldron of water and two

handfuls of rice from his house. And he waved his hands filled with

rice round the heads of his daughter-in-law and of all her children,

and last of all he washed their feet. In this way he welcomed back to

his house his grandchildren and their mother. And he made her tell

him all her story; and she, and her children, and the Brahman spent

the rest of their lives in great peace and perfect happiness.



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