The King who died for Love of his General's Wife; the
General follows him in Death. Which is the more worthy?
Then the king went back under the sissoo
tree, put the Betal on his shoulder as before, and started. And the Betal said to him: "O King, I will tell you another little story to relieve your
weariness. Listen."
Long ago there was a city named
Kanakapuram on the bank of the Ganges , where a
quarter of the old perfect virtue still lingers in these evil days. There was a
king named Yashodhana, and he deserved the name. His bravery kept the world
from being overflowed, like the shore of the sea.
In this king's city lived a great
merchant, who had a daughter named Unmaadini. Everyone who saw her fell in love
and went mad with passion.
When she grew to be a young woman, the
virtuous merchant went to King Yashodhana and said: "Your Majesty, I have
a daughter, the gem of the three worlds, and
she is old enough to marry. I
could not give her to anyone without consulting your Majesty. For you are the
master of all gems in the world. Pray marry her and thus lay me under
obligations."
So the king sent his own Brahmans to
examine her qualities. But when the Brahmans saw her supreme loveliness, they
were troubled and thought: "If the king should marry her, his kingdom would
be ruined. He would think only of her, and would doubtless neglect his kingdom.
Therefore we must not report her good qualities to the king."
So they returned to the king and said:
"Your Majesty, she has bad qualities." So the king did not marry the
merchant's daughter. But he bade the merchant give his daughter to a general
named Baladhara. And she lived happily with her husband in his house.
After a time the lion of spring came
dancing through the forest and slew the elephant of winter. And King Yashodhana
went forth on the back of an elephant to see the spring festival. And the drum
was beaten to warn virtuous women to stay within doors. Otherwise they would
have fallen in love with his beauty, and love-sickness might be expected.
But when Unmaadini heard the drum, she did
not like to be left alone. She went out on the balcony, that the king might see
her. She seemed like the flame of love which the spring-time was fanning with
southern breezes. And the king saw her, and his whole being was shaken. He felt
her beauty sinking deep in his heart like a victorious arrow of Love, and he
fainted.
His servants brought him back to
consciousness, and he returned to the city. There he made inquiries and learned
that this was Unmaadini whom he had rejected before. So he banished from the
country the Brahmans who had said that she had bad qualities, and he thought
longingly of her every day.
And as he thought of her, he burned over
the flame of love, and wasted away day and night. And though from shame he
tried to conceal it, he finally told the reason of his anguish to responsible
people who asked him.
They said: "Do not suffer. Why do you
not seize her?" But the virtuous king would not do it.
Then General Baladhara heard the story. He
came and bowed at the feet of the king and said: "Your Majesty, she is the
wife of your slave, therefore she is your slave. I give her to you of my own
accord. Pray take my wife. Or better yet, I will leave her here in the palace.
Then you cannot be blamed if you marry her." And the general begged and
insisted.
But the king became angry and said:
"I am a king. How can I do such a wicked thing? If I should transgress,
who would be virtuous? You are devoted to me. Why do you urge me to a sin which
is pleasant for the moment, but causes great sorrow in the next world? If you
abandon your wedded wife, I shall not pardon you. How could a man in my
position overlook such a transgression? It is better to die." Thus the
king argued against it. For the truly great throw away life rather than virtue.
And when all the citizens came together and urged him, he was steadfast and
refused.
So
he slowly shrivelled away over the fever-flame of love and died. There was
nothing left of King Yashodhana except his glory. And the general could not
endure the death of his king. He burned himself alive. The actions of devoted
men are blameless.
When the Betal on the king's shoulder had
told this story, he asked the king: "O King, which of these two, the king
and the general, was the more deserving? Remember the curse before you
answer."
The king said: "I think the king was
the more deserving."
And the Betal said reproachfully: "O
King, why was not the general better? He offered the king a wife like that,
whose charms he knew from a long married life. And when his king died, he
burned himself like a faithful man. But the king gave her up without really
knowing her attractions."
Then the king laughed and said: "True
enough, but not surprising. The general was a gentleman born, and acted as he
did from devotion to his superior. For servants must protect their masters even
at the cost of their own lives. But kings are like mad elephants who cannot be
goaded into obedience, who break the binding-chain of virtue. They are
insolent, and their judgment trickles from them with the holy water of
consecration. Their eyes are blinded by the hurricane of power, and they do not
see the road. From the most ancient times, even the kings who conquered the
world have been maddened by love and have fallen into misfortune. But this
king, though he ruled the whole world, though he was maddened by the girl Unmaadini,
preferred to die rather than set his foot
on the path of iniquity. He was a
hero. He was the better of the two."
Then the Betal escaped by magic from the
king's shoulder and went back. And the king pursued him, undiscouraged. No
great man stops in the middle of the hardest undertaking.
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