But the youngest said: "I am what I am through my favourable destiny,
and not because I happen to be your daughter; if good fortune be
destined for us we shall have it under any circumstances."
At this the King was very angry, and said: "Leave my Palace at once,
and see what your own luck will do for you; methinks your lucky stars
will cease to shine once you have left my Palace."
But in order to further humiliate her, he determined to get her
married to the poorest man in his kingdom, and one who was weak and
sickly and about to die.
He therefore sent his servants to bring the first sickly-looking
pauper they could find.
Now it so happened about this time that one Vickramadit, a holy
mendicant, was lying outside the Palace gates stricken down with great
suffering, and almost at the point of death; and they brought him as
the most suitable man for the young Princess to marry.
The poor beggar Vickramadit was in reality a great King, who once
reigned over the ancient and holy city of Ujjain; but he had abdicated
his throne in order to become a "Sanyasi," or begging Fakir, and was
then on a pilgrimage to Kasi, the holy city of Benares, where he hoped
to pass the rest of his days in prayer, and the deeds of charity for
which he was well known.
The sickness with which he was stricken down at the gates of the
King's Palace was caused through his great love of God's creatures,
and happened in this way.
One day, as he was walking along footsore and tired, a snake came
up to him and said: "Can you give me some water to drink, for I am
dying of thirst?"
Vickramadit replied: "I have no water in my gourd, having just drank
it; but if you will promise not to harm me, you may creep down my
throat into my body, and there drink your fill and return satisfied."
This the snake promised, but, instead of returning, it remained within
him and refused to come back.
All that the beggar ate passed into the mouth of the snake; and in
this way he soon found himself unable to travel, and obliged to rest,
suffering at the same time great agonies from starvation and thirst.
When the King's servants found and brought him to the Palace, the
young Princess was there and then forced to marry Vickramadit, and
expelled from the town with her beggar husband.
Both King and Queen expressed a hope at parting that she would soon
learn the lesson, that it was all due to them alone that she had
fared so well hitherto.
As Vickramadit could not travel very far owing to weakness, she took
shelter in the first small hut she could find, and there stayed,
trying to alleviate his sufferings.
Now, near this hut was a mound of earth in which dwelt a snake. In
the evenings, as is usual in India, the snake came out of his hole
and stood on the mound of earth, where he hissed violently.
The snake which lived inside Vickramadit heard the sound, and hissed
in reply. Then they began a conversation.
The snake on the mound said: "You traitor! You were given permission
to drink water; and this is how you treat the holy Fakir, and break
your promise to return without doing him any harm! You shall now be
given a certain seed to eat which will entirely destroy your body,
and you will die in agonies."
The other snake replied: "You miser! You 'dog in the manger,' who
live over a mound beneath which lies vast treasures and priceless
jewels! You know that you cannot use them yourself, and yet you will
allow nobody else to touch them! Your end will be that a woman will
kill you by pouring boiling milk and butter over you."
The young wife heard these two snakes denouncing each other, and
determined to act upon what she had overheard. When leaving her
father's house, she had managed to hide on her person a small pearl
ring, and this she now pawned for a small sum of money, and purchased
milk and butter.
Warming these to boiling point, she went over at midday and poured
them into the snake's hole in the mound.
She also sought the seed, which would kill the snake her husband had
swallowed, and gave it to him to eat.
Thus both snakes were killed, and all danger from them ceased to exist.
Vickramadit, after the destruction of the snake, improved rapidly,
and soon regained his health and strength.
The young wife now turned her attention to the mound of earth,
beneath which lay buried treasures.
She employed a few men to dig, and they soon unearthed several ghurras,
or earthen vessels, full of priceless gems.
With these she went away, and very soon founded a great city, over
which she made her lord King.
Thus Vickramadit once more reigned a King; and no Queen was more
famous than the young Princess who had been so cruelly cast adrift
by her father.
The old father heard of this new King, and of all the riches and
splendour of his Court and Queen; and he sent men to enquire if it
were true that his daughter was really as great as people reported.
The men returned and said: "O King, her riches, the magnificence
of her Court and Palace, surpass all we have heard; she is indeed a
great Queen, and has founded a mighty city."
The King then owned his mistake, and said: "My daughter was right
when she said her greatness was due more to her individual luck than
to the mere fact that she happened to be born my daughter; for has
she not, in spite of all my ill-treatment of her, risen to be Queen,
not of a small kingdom such as mine, but of a world-renowned kingdom."
Moral.--Thy kismet is thy fate; when that is good, then the most
unfavourable circumstances, or the deepest gloom, cannot prevent its
asserting itself.