Of the Three Delicate wives, Which is the most delicate?
Then the king went
to the sissoo tree, put the Betal on his shoulder once more, and started
toward the monk. And as he walked along, the Betal on his shoulder said:
"O King, I will tell you a strange story to relieve your weariness.
Listen."
There once was a king in Ujjain , whose name was DharmaDhwaja. He had
three princesses as wives, and loved them dearly. One of them was named Indulekha,
the second Taravali, and the third Arkavati. While the king lived happily with
his wives, he conquered all his enemies, and was content.
One day at the
time of the spring festival, the king went to the garden to play with his three
wives. There he looked at the flower-laden vines with black rows of bees on
them; they seemed like the bow of the god of love, all ready for service. He
heard the songs of nightingales in the trees; they sounded like commands of
Love. And with his wives he drank wine which seemed like Love's very
life-blood.
Then the king
playfully pulled the hair of Queen Indulekha, and a lotus-petal fell from her hair
into her lap. And the queen was so delicate that it wounded her, and she
screamed and fainted. And the king was distracted, but when servants sprinkled
her with cool water and fanned her, she gradually recovered consciousness. And
the king took her to the palace and waited upon his dear wife with a hundred
remedies which the physicians brought.
And when the king
saw that she was made comfortable for the night, he went to the palace balcony
with his second wife Taravali. Now while she slept on the king's breast, the
moonbeams found their way through the window and fell upon her. And she awoke
in a moment, and started up, crying "I am burned!" Then the king
awoke and anxiously asked what the matter was, and he saw great blisters on her
body. When he asked her about it, Queen Taravali said: "The moonbeams that
fell on me did it." And the king was distracted when he saw how she wept
and suffered. He called the servants and they made a couch of moist
lotus-leaves, and dressed her wounds with damp sandal-paste.
At that moment the
third queen, Arkavati, left her room to go to the king. And as she moved
through the noiseless night, she clearly heard in a distant part of the palace
the sound of pestles grinding grain. And she cried: "Oh, oh! It will kill
me!" She wrung her hands and sat down in agony in the hall. But her
servants returned and led her to her room, where she took to her bed and wept.
And when the servants asked what the matter was, she tearfully showed her hands
with bruises on them, like two lilies with black bees clinging to them. So they
went and told the king. And he came in great distress, and asked his dear wife
about it. She showed her hands and spoke, though she suffered: "My dear,
when I heard the sound of the pestles, these bruises came." Then the king
made them give her a cooling plaster of sandal-paste and other things.
And the king
thought: "One of them was wounded by a falling lotus-petal. The second was
burned by the moonbeams. The third had her hands terribly bruised by the sound
of pestles. I love them dearly, but alas! The very delicacy which is so great a
virtue, is positively inconvenient."
And he wandered
about in the palace, and it seemed as if the night had three hundred hours. But
in the morning the king and his skilful physicians took such measures that
before long his wives were well and he was happy.
When he had told this story, the Betal asked: "O King, which of them was the most delicate?" And the king said: "The one who was bruised by the mere sound of the pestles, when nothing touched her. The other two who were wounded or blistered by actual contact with lotus-petals or moonbeams, are not equal to her."
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