TALE XII.

The sprite said, “O king Bir Vikramãjit! There is a city named

Chürãpur, where a king named Chürãman ruled, whose spiritual teacher’s

name was Devaswãmi, and he had a son named Hariswãmï. He was as

beautiful as Cupid, equalled Brihaspati * in his knowledge of scientific

and religious treatises, and was as wealthy as Kuvera. He wedded and

brought home a Brahman’s daughter, whose name was Lãvanyavatï.”

* Brihaspati is the regent of the planet Jupiter, and the

preceptor of the gods. Kuvera is the god of wealth.

“To be brief, one night in the hot season they were both sleeping

soundly on the flat roof of a summer house. The woman’s veil

accidentally slipped off her face, while a demi-god, seated on a car,

was proceeding somewhere through the air. His gaze suddenly falling upon

her, he lowered the car, and placing her, asleep, on the car, flew off

with her. After some time the Brahman also awoke, and lo! his wife was

not (beside him). On this he became alarmed, and coming down from

thence, searched throughout the house. When he did not find her there

either, he went about seeking her through all the streets and lanes of

the city, but did not find her. Thereupon he began to say to himself,

‘Who has carried her off? and whither has she gone?”’

“In short, when his efforts were of no avail, he returned home helpless

and regretful, and searched for her there a second time, but did not

find her. When the house appeared desolate to him without her, he lost

all self-control in his disquietude and misery, and began crying

out, Oh, darling of my soul! oh, darling of my soul! Further, being

exceedingly agitated by her separation from him, he gave up the position

of a householder, renounced the world, girt a simple waist-cloth round

his loins, rubbed the ashes of burnt cow-dung on his body, put on

a necklace of beads, quitted the town, and set out on a pilgrimage.

Proceeding on his pilgrimage from town to town, and village to village,

he reached a certain town at midday.”

“When extreme hunger left him no alternative, he made a cup-shaped

vessel of the leaves of a dhãk-tree, and carrying it to the house of a

Brahman, said to him, ‘Give me some food in alms.’ (The fact is, when a

man comes under the influence of love, he has no thought of duty, caste,

or food; and, regardless of everything, he eats food wherever he can

obtain it.) When he begged alms of the Brahman, he (the Brahman) took

the cup-shaped vessel from him and entered the house, and brought it

(back) to him filled with rice boiled in milk. He took the cup, and came

to the margin of a tank. There was a large banyan-tree there. He placed

the cup at the root of that, and went to wash his face and hands in the

tank.”

“A black snake came out from the roots of the tree, and having dipped

its mouth into the cup, went away; and so the whole contents of the

cup had become poisoned, when, in the meantime, he also returned after

washing his hands and face. This matter, however, was unknown to him;

while hunger, on the other hand, beset him sorely. (Thus) he ate the

rice and milk as soon as he came, and the poison instantly entered his

system. Thereupon he went to the Brahman and said, ‘Thou hast given me

poison, and I am now dying of it.’ Having said so much, he reeled and

fell, and died. Again, the Brahman, seeing him dead, turned his own

wife out of the house, and said, ‘Go thou hence, thou murderess of a

Brahman!’”

Having told so much of the tale, the sprite said, “O king! to which

of these does the guilt of killing a Brahman attach?” The king said,

“Poison exists in a snake’s mouth as a matter of course; therefore no

guilt attaches to it. Again, the Brahman gave him alms, considering him

to be hungry; (therefore) guilt does not attach to him. Further, the

Brahman’s wife had given him alms at the bidding of her husband; she,

too, is without sin. And he ate the milk and rice unwittingly, and

hence he also is guiltless. In short, whoever imputes guilt to anyone of

these, is himself a sinner.” On hearing this, the sprite went again and

hung on to that tree; and the king also went there, and taking him down

and binding him, placed him on his shoulder, and carried him away from

there.

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