There was once a weaver who had the habit of slapping his face to
kill any flies that settled upon it; and it was rumoured that he
killed five at every blow, so he got the name of Panch Mar Khan,
which means "a killer of five."
People did not know that this name applied to flies, but thought the
weaver a brave, strong man, able to kill five of his enemies at a blow,
so that he gained a reputation for bravery.
One day the Rajah of that place heard some enemies were coming in
force to attack his capital. All the fighting men were required to
go out and meet them on the morrow; so Panch Mar Khan received notice
to be in readiness also.
Now he had never touched a weapon in his life, and was horribly
frightened at the very idea, so he made up his mind to run away during
the night.
He saddled his donkey, and, taking two large millstones, set out on
his journey; but, as he was passing the enemy's camp, and arrived at
a hill just a little above it, the donkey began to kick and to bray,
and the two stones rolled down the hill into the enemy's camp with
a great noise.
They thought an army was after them, and became terror-stricken, so
that in the darkness and panic which ensued, many of them were killed.
Panch Mar Khan was greatly delighted at his good luck, and, instead
of running away, returned to his own home.
Next morning, when the soldiers came to call him out to fight the
enemy, he very proudly asked: "What enemy? Did I not go out at night,
and kill hundreds of our enemies and drive the rest away?"
True enough, there was now no camp to be seen, and several dead men
were found on the spot; so Panch Mar Khan's reputation as a brave
man spread far and wide, and he was handsomely rewarded by the Rajah.
Some days after news came that a tiger was prowling about; and a brave
man was required to go out that night and kill it. Who was so brave
as Panch Mar Khan! So he was deputed to go, but when he heard this
he nearly died of fright, and made up his mind that he would run away.
So when darkness fell he crept out and caught his donkey by the ear,
and led it to its stable, and there tied it to a post, to wait till
he was ready to get on its back; but when he returned with a light,
what was his surprise to find it was not his donkey, but the tiger
that he had led by the ear and tied to a post.
Such brave conduct from a mortal to a wild beast had so amazed the
tiger, that it was too frightened to resist, so there it remained till
morning, and Panch Mar Khan was thought to be the bravest man alive!
Next morning he got up early, and went out into the field near his
house, and there he suddenly came face to face with the fierce eyes
and grinning teeth of a jackal. His other bravery was by mistake,
but this was a reality, and so frightened was he, that he fell down
and died on the spot.