The Lid Of The Sacred Casket

: Deccan Nursery Tales

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

Brahman who had two twin sons. While they were still quite young,

the twins' parents died, and their relatives stole from them all

their property and then turned them out of the house. The twins

wandered along until they came to a town. It was then noon, and

the boys were weary with walking and were tortured with hunger and

thirst. As they entered the own, a Brahman came out of his door

to throw food to the crows. He saw the two boys and called them in,

fed them, and then made them tell him their story. When he heard it

he resolved to provide for them, and he lodged them in his house and

taught them to recite the Vedas. On Lalita Panchmi Day the Brahman

began to perform certain ceremonies. His pupils asked him why he did

so. The sage replied that by doing so one could attain to wealth,

knowledge, and to the wish of one's heart. The boys begged him to

instruct them, and they quickly learnt how to worship the goddess

Parwati. Not long afterwards the Brahman provided them with wives,

and they returned to their own city, acquired wealth, and were very

happy. A year or two later the twins separated. But the elder was a

wise boy and never forgot to worship the goddess Parwati on Lalita

Panchmi Day. So he retained the riches which he had gained. But the

younger was foolish and forgot all about it, so the goddess began to

dislike him, and he lost all his money. And at last he became so poor

that he and his wife had to give up their house and go and live on

the charity of his elder brother. One day the elder brother's wife

spoke so crossly and said such nasty things to the younger twin,

that he felt that he could not stay in the house any longer. And he

remembered then that of recent years he had entirely forgotten to

worship Parwati. He felt very penitent, and he decided that somehow or

other he would win back the goddess's favour. Taking his wife with him,

he left his brother's house and journeyed to a distant country. At

last he came near a town, and, meeting a cowherd, the younger twin

asked him what its name was. The cowherd said, "The town is called

Upang." "Who is the king?" asked the younger twin. The cowherd replied,

"He also is called Upang." The wanderer then asked whether there was

any place where he and his wife could lodge. The cowherd told him

that in the town there was a temple of Parwati, and close to it

was a rest-house where the wanderer and his wife could lodge. The

cowherd directed them to the rest-house. And before lying down the

younger twin worshipped Parwati in the temple and begged her pardon

for his previous neglect. Parwati felt sorry for him, and that night

she appeared to him in a dream. She told him to go to King Upang's

palace and to beg from him the lid of the sacred casket in which

the accessories of worship were kept. He should, thereafter, always

pray to it, and in the end he would come by his heart's desire. The

younger twin woke up, and the same morning he went to King Upang's

palace and begged from him the lid of the sacred casket in which were

kept the accessories of worship. The king at first refused, but when

the younger twin told the king of his dream the king consented. The

Brahman took the lid home, worshipped it, and, just as the goddess

had foretold, he came by his heart's desire. Property and happiness

returned, and a year later his wife bore him a daughter. As the years

passed the little girl grew up. One day she took the lid of the sacred

casket and went with some playmates to play and bathe by the bank of

a river. Suddenly the corpse of a Brahman came floating by. Seeing

it, the little girl took the lid of the casket and for fun began to

splash water on it. Such was the power of the sacred lid, that the

corpse instantly became alive again and became a Brahman, tall as a

tree and beautiful as the sun. The little girl fell in love with him

on the spot and told him that he must become her husband. "But," said

the Brahman, "how shall I manage it?" The little girl said, "Come home

with me at dinner-time, take as usual water [21] in your hand, but do

not sip it. Then my daddy will ask you, 'Bhatji, Bhatji, why do you

not sip the water in your hand?' You must reply, 'I am ready to dine

if you marry me to your daughter. If you will not, I shall get up and

go away.' Then he will consent to our marriage." The Brahman agreed,

and he went home with the little girl, and everything happened as she

had planned. To prevent the Brahman from getting up without any food,

the little girl's father agreed to their marriage. When a favourable

day came they were married, and when she was old enough the little

girl went to her husband's house. As she went she carried off the

lid of the sacred casket of King Upang. But, because it had gone,

her father lost all his wealth and fell once more into the greatest

poverty. His wife went to her daughter's house and asked for it

back, but she refused to give it up. The wife was very angry and

every day began to hate her son-in-law more and more. But for him,

as she thought, the little girl would never have married and would

not have stolen the lid of the sacred casket. One day the wife met

her son-in-law on the road, and she gave him such a fearful slap in

the face that he instantly fell on the ground and became a corpse

again. His mother-in-law then-snatched from him the lid of the casket,

which he happened to have in his hand, and ran away home. There he

lay until the little girl, his wife, began to search for him. When

she found him she prayed to the goddess, and by her aid and by means

of the merit which she had acquired by worshipping the lid of the

casket while she had it, she restored her husband to life. But the

twin and his wife went on becoming poorer and poorer. And at last

they went back to his brother's house and asked him why it was that

the younger twin was always losing his wealth as fast as he gained

it. The elder brother listened to the whole story and then he said,

"I do not wonder at it. First you lost the lid of the casket, then,

in order to get it back, your wife killed a Brahman. Your only chance

now is to worship Parwati harder than ever, and perhaps in the end

you may recover your good estate." So the younger brother went home

and worshipped Parwati with greater vigour than ever. And at last

she relented and gave him her blessing. He recovered his wealth and

came by all that his heart desired. And he and his wife lived happily

ever afterwards.