Who is the bravest
of them all?
Then King Trivikrama went back under the sissoo tree and
caught the goblin, who gave a horse-laugh. But the king without fear put him on
his shoulder as before and started toward the monk. And as he walked along, the
goblin on his shoulder said to him again: "O King, why do you take such
pains for that wretched monk? Have you no sense about this fruitless task?
Well, after all, I like your devotion. So, to amuse the weary journey, I will
tell you another story. Listen."
There is a city called Shobhavati, and it
deserves the name. There lived a king named Shudraka, of tremendous power and
mighty courage. He was so used to victory that the fire of his courage was kept
blazing by the wind from the fans in the hands of the wives of his vanquished
foes. Under his rule the earth was rich and always good, as in the days of old.
And he was fond of brave men.
Now one day a
Brahman named Veeravara came from Malwa to pay his homage to this king. He had
a wife named Dharmavati, a son named Satvavara, and a daughter named Veeravati.
And he had just three servants, a dagger at his hip, a sword in his hand, and a
shield in his other hand. These were all the servants he had when he asked the
king for five hundred gold-pieces a day as his wages.
And the king
thought from his appearance that he was a remarkably brave man, so he gave him
the wages he asked. But out of curiosity he put spies on his track, to learn
what he did with all the money.
Now Veeravara
called on the king in the morning, and at noon he took his sword and stood at
the palace gate and divided his daily salary. One hundred gold-pieces he gave
to his wife for food and household expenses. And with another hundred he bought
clothes and perfumes and nuts and such things. And another hundred he devoted
to the worship of Vishnu and Shiva, after taking the ceremonial bath. And the
two hundred which were left he gave to Brahmans and the unhappy and the poor.
This was the way he divided and spent the money every day. Then after he had
sacrificed and eaten dinner, he stood every night alone at the palace gate with
his sword and shield. All this King Shudraka learned from his spies and was
greatly pleased and forbad the spies to follow him again. For he thought him a
wonderful man, worthy of especial honour.
Then one day a
veil of clouds covered the sky and poured down rain in streams day and night,
so that the highway was quite deserted. Only Veeravara was at his post as usual
by the palace gate. And when the sun set and dreadful darkness was spread
abroad and the rain fell in sheets, the king wished to test Veeravara's
behaviour. So at night he climbed to the palace roof and cried: "Who is
there at the gate?" And Veeravara answered: "I am here." And the
king thought: "How steadfast this man Veeravara is, and how devoted to me!
I must surely give him a greater post." And he descended from the roof and
entered the palace and went to bed.
The next night it
rained again in sheets and the world was wrapped in the darkness of death. And
again the king thought to test his behaviour, and climbing to the roof he
called out toward the palace gate: "Who is there?" And when Veeravara
said: "I am here, your Majesty," the king was greatly astonished.
Just then he heard
at a distance a sweet-voiced woman crying. And he thought: "Who is this
who laments so piteously, as if in deep despair? In my kingdom there is no
violence, no poor man and none distressed. Who can she be?" And being
merciful, he called to Veeravara, who stood below: "Listen, Veeravara. A
woman is weeping at some distance. Go and learn why she weeps and who she
is." And Veeravara said "Certainly," arranged his dagger, took
his sword in his hand, and started. He did not even think of the pelting hail,
the flashing lightning, or the rain and darkness. And when the king saw him
setting out alone in a night like that, he was filled with pity and curiosity,
and descending from the palace roof, took his sword and followed all alone,
without being seen.
As Veeravara
traced the sound of crying, he came to a beautiful lake outside the city, and
there he saw a woman in the midst of the water, lamenting in these words:
"Alas for you, brave and merciful and generous! How shall I live without
you?"
And Veeravara was
amazed, and timidly asked her: "Who are you, and why do you weep?"
And she replied: "O Hero, I am the Goddess of the Earth, and now my lord,
this virtuous King Shudraka, is going to die in three days. How shall I find
another such master? So I am distracted with grief, and I lament."
When Veeravara
heard this, he was frightened and said: "Goddess, is there any remedy for
this, any way in which the king might be saved?" And the goddess answered:
"There is just one remedy, my son, and it is in your hands." And Veeravara
said: "Goddess, tell me quickly, that I may adopt it at once. What good
would life be to us otherwise?"
Then the goddess
said: "My son, there is no other man devoted to his master as you are: so
you may learn how to save him. There is a temple to the Goddess Kali built
by that king near his palace. If you sacrifice your son to her at once, then
the king will not die. He will live another hundred years. If you do it this
very night, then the blessing will come, not otherwise."
And Veeravara, the
hero, replied: "Then I will go, Goddess, and do it this moment." And
the Goddess of the Earth said: "Good fortune go with you," and she
vanished. And the king, who had followed secretly, heard it all. So he still
followed to find out how Veeravara would behave.
But Veeravara went
straight home, woke his wife Dharmavati, and told her all that the Goddess of
the Earth had said. And his wife said: "My dear, if so much depends on it,
wake the boy and tell him." Then Veeravara woke the little boy, told him
all, and said: "My boy, if you are sacrificed to the Goddess Kali, our
king will live. If not, he will die in three days."
And the boy was
true to his name. Without fear and without hesitation he said: "My dear
father, I am a lucky boy if the king lives at the cost of my life. Besides,
that would pay for the food we have eaten. Why then delay? Take me quickly and
sacrifice me to the goddess. May the king's evil fate be averted by my
death!" And Veeravara was delighted and congratulated him, saying:
"Well said! You are indeed my son."
So Veeravara’s
wife Dharmavati and his daughter Veeravati went through the night with Veeravara
and Satvavara to the temple of the Goddess Kali. The king too followed
them, disguised and unnoticed. Then the father took Satvavara from his shoulder
in the presence of the goddess. And Satvavara worshipped the goddess, and
bravely saluted her, and said: "O Goddess, by the sacrifice of my head may
the king live another hundred years and rule a thornless kingdom."
And as he prayed, Veeravara
cut off his head and offered it to the Goddess Kali, saying: "May the
king live at the cost of my son's life!" Then a voice cried from heaven:
"O Veeravara, who else is devoted to his master as you are? You have given
life and royal power to the king at the cost of your only son, and such a
son." All this the king himself saw and heard.
Then Veeravara's
daughter Veeravati kissed the lips of her dead brother, and was blinded with
sorrow, and her heart broke, and she died.
Then Veeravara's
wife Dharmavati said: "My dear, we have done our duty by the king. And you
see how my daughter died of grief. So now I say: What good is life to me
without my children? I was a fool before. I should have given my own head to
save the king. So now permit me to burn myself at once."
And when she
insisted, Veeravati said: "Do so. What happiness is there in a life of
constant mourning for your children? And as for your giving your own life
instead, do not grieve about that. If there had been any other way, I should of
course have given my life. So wait a moment. I will build you a funeral pile
out of these logs." So he built the pile and lighted it.
And Dharmavati
fell at her husband's feet, then worshipped the Goddess Kali, and prayed:
"O Goddess, may I have the same husband in another life, and may this same
King Shudraka be saved at the cost of my son's life." And she died in the
blazing fire.
Then Veeravara
thought: "I have done my duty by the king, as the heavenly voice admitted.
And I have paid for the king's food which I have eaten. So now why should I
want to live alone? It is not right for a man like me to go on living at the
expense of all the family which I ought to support. Why should I not please the
goddess by sacrificing myself?"
So Veeravara first
approached the goddess with a hymn of praise: "O Demon-slayer! Saviour!
Devil-killer! Trident-holder! Joy of the wise! Protectress of the universe!
Victory to thee, O best of mothers, whose feet the world adores! O fearless
refuge of the pious! Kali of the dreadful ornaments! Honour and glory to thee,
O kindly goddess! Be pleased to accept the sacrifice of my head in behalf of
King Shudraka." Then he suddenly cut off his own head with his dagger.
King Shudraka
beheld this from his hiding-place, and was filled with amazement and grief and
admiration. And he thought: "I have never seen or heard the like of this.
That good man and his family have done a hard thing for me. In this strange
world who else is so brave as that, to give his son, his family, and his life
for his king: If I should not make a full return for his kindness, my kingdom
would mean nothing to me, and my life would be the life of a beast. If I lost
my virtue, it would all be a disgrace to me."
But when he
started to cut off his own head, there came a voice from heaven: "My son,
do nothing rash. I am well pleased with your character. The Brahman Veeravara
and his children and his wife shall come back to life." And when the voice
ceased, Veeravara stood up alive and uninjured with his son and his daughter
and his wife. Then the king hid himself again and looked on with eyes filled
with tears of joy, and could not see enough of them.
Now Veeravara,
like a man awaking from a dream, gazed at his son and his wife and his
daughter, and was greatly perplexed. He spoke to each by name, and asked them
how they had come to life after being reduced to ashes. "Is this a fancy
of mine? Or a dream? Or an illusion? Or the favour of the goddess?" And
his wife and children said to him: "By the favour of the goddess we are
alive."
At last Veeravara
believed it, and having worshipped the goddess, he went home happy with his
children and his wife. And when he had seen his son and his wife and daughter
safe at home, he went back that same night to the palace gate.
And King Shudraka
saw all this and went back without being seen himself, and climbed to the roof,
and called: "Who is there at the gate?" And Veeravara replied:
"Your Majesty, I, Veeravara, am here. At your command I followed the woman
who cried. She must have been a witch, for she vanished the moment I saw her
and spoke to her."
When the king
heard this, he was astonished beyond measure, for he had seen what really
happened. And he thought: "Ah, the hearts of brave men are deep as the
sea, if they do not boast after doing an unparalleled action." So the king
descended from the roof, entered the palace, and passed the rest of the night
there.
Then when the
court was held in the morning, Veeravara came to see the king. And as he stood
there, the delighted king told all his counsellors and the others the story of
the night. And all were amazed and confounded at hearing of Veeravara's
virtues, and they praised him, crying: "Well done! Well done!" Then the king and Veeravara
lived happily together, sharing the power equally.
When the goblin had told this story, he
asked King Trivikrama: "O King, which of all these was the most worthy? If
you know and will not tell, then the curse I told you of will be
fulfilled." And the king said
to the goblin: "O magic creature, King Shudraka was the most noble of them
all."
But the goblin
said: "Why not Veeravara, the like of whom as a servant is not to be found
in the whole world? Or why should not his wife receive the most praise, who did
not waver when she saw her son killed like a beast before her eyes? Or why is
not the boy Satvavara the most worthy, who showed such wonderful manhood when
only a little boy? Why do you say that King Shudraka was the best among
them?"
Then the king
answered the goblin: "Not Veeravara. He was a gentleman born, so it was
his duty to save his king at the cost of life, wife and children. And his wife
was a lady, a faithful wife who only did what was right in following her
husband. And Satvavara was their son, and like them. For the cloth is always
like the threads. But the king has a right to use his subjects' lives to save
his own. So when Shudraka gave his life for them, he proved himself the best of
all."
When the goblin
heard this, he jumped from the king's shoulder and went back to his home
without being seen. And the king was not disturbed by this magic, but started
back through the night to catch him.
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