Once upon a time there lived a King who had seven Queens, but no children.
This was a great grief to him, especially when he remembered that on his death
there would be no heir to inherit the kingdom.
Now it happened one day that a poor old fakir came to the King, and said,
Your prayers are heard, your desire shall be accomplished, and one of your
seven Queens shall bear a son.
The Kings delight at this promise knew no bounds, and he gave orders for
appropriate festivities to be prepared against the coming event throughout the
length and breadth of the land.Meanwhile the seven Queens lived luxuriously in a splendid palace, attended
by hundreds of female slaves, and fed to their hearts content on sweetmeats
and confectionery.
Now the King was very fond of hunting, and one day, before he started, the
seven Queens sent him a message saying, May it please our dearest lord not to
hunt towards the north to-day, for we have dreamt bad dreams, and fear lest evil
should befall you.
The king, to allay their anxiety, promised regard for their wishes, and set
out towards the south; but as luck would have it, although he hunted diligently,
he found no game. Nor had he more success to the east or west, so that, being a
keen sportsman, and determined not to go home empty-handed, he forgot all about
his promise, and turned to the north. Here also he was at first unsuccessful,
but just as he had made up his mind to give up for that day, a white hind with
golden horns and silver hoofs flashed past him into a thicket. So quickly did it
pass that he scarcely saw it; nevertheless a burning desire to capture and
possess the beautiful strange creature filled his breast. He instantly ordered
his attendants to form a ring round the thicket, and so encircle the hind; then,
gradually narrowing the circle, he pressed forward till he could distinctly see
the white hind panting in the midst. Nearer and nearer he advanced, till, just
as he thought to lay hold of the beautiful strange creature, it gave one mighty
bound, leapt clean over the Kings head, and fled towards the mountains.
Forgetful of all else, the King, setting spurs to his horse, followed at full
speed. On, on he galloped, leaving his retinue far behind, keeping the white
hind in view, never drawing bridle, until, finding himself in a narrow ravine
with no outlet, he reined in his steed. Before him stood a miserable hovel, into
which, being tired after his long, unsuccessful chase, he entered to ask for a
drink of water. An old woman, seated in the hut at a spinning-wheel, answered
his request by calling to her daughter, and immediately from an inner room came
a maiden so lovely and charming, so white-skinned and golden-haired, that the
King was transfixed by astonishment at seeing so beautiful a sight in the
wretched hovel.
She held the vessel of water to the Kings lips, and as he drank he looked
into her eyes, and then it became clear to him that the girl was no other than
the white hind with the golden horns and silver feet he had chased so far.
Her beauty bewitched him, so he fell on his knees, begging her to return
with him as his bride; but she only laughed, saying seven Queens were quite
enough even for a King to manage. However, when he would take no refusal, but
implored her to have pity on him, promising her everything she could desire, she
replied, Give me the eyes of your seven Queens, and then perhaps I may
believe you mean what you say.
The King was so carried away by the glamour of the white hinds magical
beauty, that he went home at once, had the eyes of his seven Queens taken out,
and, after throwing the poor blind creatures into a noisome dungeon whence they
could not escape, set off once more for the hovel in the ravine, bearing with
him his horrible offering. But the white hind only laughed cruelly when she saw
the fourteen eyes, and threading them as a necklace, flung it round her
mothers neck, saying, Wear that, little mother, as a keepsake, whilst I am
away in the Kings palace.
Then she went back with the bewitched monarch, as his bride, and he gave her
the seven Queens rich clothes and jewels to wear, the seven Queens palace
to live in, and the seven Queens slaves to wait upon her; so that she really
had everything even a witch could desire.
Now, very soon after the seven wretched hapless Queens had their eyes torn
out, and were cast into prison, a baby was born to the youngest of the Queens.
It was a handsome boy, but the other Queens were very jealous that the youngest
amongst them should be so fortunate. But though at first they disliked the
handsome little boy, he soon proved so useful to them, that
they all looked on him as their son. Almost as soon as he could walk
about he began scraping at the mud wall of their dungeon, and in an incredibly
short space of time had made a hole big enough for him to crawl through. Through
this he disappeared, returning in an hour or so laden with sweet-meats, which he
divided equally amongst the seven blind Queens.
As he grew older he enlarged the hole, and slipped out two or three times
every day to play with the little nobles in the town. No one knew who the tiny
boy was, but everybody liked him, and he was so full of funny tricks and antics,
so merry and bright, that he was sure to be rewarded by some girdle-cakes, a
handful of parched grain, or some sweetmeats. All these things he brought home
to his seven mothers, as he loved to call the seven blind Queens, who by his
help lived on in their dungeon when all the world thought they had starved to
death ages before.
At last, when he was quite a big lad, he one day took his bow and arrow, and
went out to seek for game. Coming by chance past the palace where the white hind
lived in wicked splendour and magnificence, he saw some pigeons fluttering round
the white marble turrets, and, taking good aim, shot one dead. It came tumbling
past the very window where the white Queen was sitting; she rose to see what was
the matter, and looked out. At the first glance of the handsome young lad
standing there bow in hand, she knew by witchcraft that it was the Kings son.
She nearly died of envy and spite, determining to destroy the lad without
delay; therefore, sending a servant to bring him to her presence, she asked him
if he would sell her the pigeon he had just shot.
No, replied the sturdy lad, the pigeon is for my seven blind
mothers, who live in the noisome dungeon, and who would die if I did not bring
them food.
Poor souls! cried the cunning white witch; would you not like to
bring them their eyes again? Give me the pigeon, my dear, and I faithfully
promise to show you where to find them.Hearing this, the lad was delighted beyond measure, and gave up the pigeon
at once. Whereupon the white Queen told him to seek her mother without delay,
and ask for the eyes which she wore as a necklace.
She will not fail to give them, said the cruel Queen, if you show
her this token on which I have written what I want done.
So saying, she gave the lad a piece of broken potsherd, with these words
inscribed on it"Kill the bearer at once, and sprinkle his blood like
water!Now, as the son of seven Queens could not read, he took the fatal message
cheerfully, and set off to find the white Queens mother.
Whilst he was journeying by passed through a town, where every one of the
inhabitants looked so sad, that he could not help asking what was the matter.
They told him it was because the Kings only daughter refused to marry; so
when her father died there would be no heir to the throne. They greatly feared
she must be out of her mind, for though every good-looking young man in the
kingdom had been shown to her, she declared she would only marry one who was the
son of seven mothers, and who ever heard of such a thing? The King, in despair,
had ordered every man who entered the city gates to be led before the Princess;
so, much to the lads impatience, for he was in an immense hurry to find his
mothers eyes, he was dragged into the presence-chamber.
No sooner did the Princess catch sight of him than she blushed, and, turning
to the King, said, Dear father, this is my choice!
Never were such rejoicings as these few words produced.
The inhabitants nearly went wild with joy, but the son of seven Queens said
he would not marry the Princess unless they first let him recover his mothers
eyes. When the beautiful bride heard his story, she asked to see the potsherd,
for she was very learned and clever. Seeing the treacherous words, she said
nothing, but taking another similar-shaped bit of potsherd, she wrote on it
these words"Take care of this lad, giving him all he desires, and
returned it to the son of seven Queens, who, none the wiser, set off on his
quest.
Not long he arrived at the hovel in the ravine where the white witchs
mother, a hideous old creature, grumbled dreadfully on reading the message,
especially when the lad asked for the necklace of eyes. Nevertheless she took it
off, and gave it him, saying, There are only thirteen of em now, for I
lost one last week.
The lad, however, was only too glad to get any at all, so he hurried home as
fast as he could to his seven mothers, and gave two eyes apiece to the six elder
Queens; but to the youngest he gave one, saying, "Dearest little
mother!I will be your other eye always!
After this he set off to marry the Princess, as he had promised, but when
passing by the white Queens palace he saw some pigeons on the roof. Drawing
his bow, he shot one, and it came fluttering past the window. The white hind
looked out, and lo! there was the Kings son alive and well.
She cried with hatred and disgust, but sending for the lad, asked him how he
had returned so soon, and when she heard how he had brought home the thirteen
eyes, and given them to the seven blind Queens, she could hardly restrain her
rage. Nevertheless she pretended to be charmed with his success, and told him
that if he would give her this pigeon also, she would reward him with the
Jogis wonderful cow, whose milk flows all day long, and makes a pond as big
as a kingdom. The lad, nothing loth, gave her the pigeon; whereupon, as before,
she bade him go ask her mother for the cow, and gave him a potsherd whereon was
written "Kill this lad without fail, and sprinkle his blood like
water!
But on the way the son of seven Queens looked in on the Princess, just to
tell her how he came to be delayed, and she, after reading the message on the
potsherd, gave him another in its stead; so that when the lad reached the old
hags hut and asked her for the Jogis cow, she could not refuse, but told
the boy how to find it; and bidding him of all things not to be afraid of the
eighteen thousand demons who kept watch and ward over the treasure, told him to
be off before she became too angry at her daughters foolishness in thus
giving away so many good things.
Then the lad did as he had been told bravely. He journeyed on and on till he
came to a milk-white pond, guarded by the eighteen thousand demons. They were
really frightful to behold, but, plucking up courage, he whistled a tune as he
walked through them, looking neither to the right nor the left. By-and-by he
came upon the Jogis cow, tall, white, and beautiful, while the Jogi himself,
who was king of all the demons, sat milking her day and night, and the milk
streamed from her udder, filling the milk-white tank.
The Jogi, seeing the lad, called out fiercely, What do you want here?
Then the lad answered, according to the old hags bidding, I want your
skin, for King Indra is making a new kettle-drum, and says your skin is nice and
tough.Upon this the Jogi began to shiver and shake (for no Jinn or Jogi dares
disobey King Indras command), and, falling at the lads feet, cried,
"If you will spare me I will give you anything I possess, even my beautiful
white cow!To this the son of seven Queens, after a little pretended hesitation,
agreed, saying that after all it would not be difficult to find a nice tough
skin like the Jogis elsewhere; so, driving the wonderful cow before him, he
set off homewards. The seven Queens were delighted to possess so marvellous an
animal, and though they toiled from morning till night making curds and whey,
besides selling milk to the confectioners, they could not use half the cow gave,
and became richer and richer day by day.
Seeing them so comfortably off, the son of seven Queens started with a light
heart to marry the Princess; but when passing the white hinds palace he could
not resist sending a bolt at some pigeons which were cooing on the parapet. One
fell dead just beneath the window where the white Queen was sitting. Looking
out, she saw the lad hale and hearty standing before her, and grew whiter than
ever with rage and spite.She sent for him to ask how he had returned so soon, and when she heard how
kindly her mother had received him, she very nearly had a fit; however, she
dissembled her feelings as well as she could, and, smiling sweetly, said she was
glad to have been able to fulfil her promise, and that if he would give her this
third pigeon, she would do yet more for him than she had done before, by giving
him the million-fold rice, which ripens in one night.
The lad was of course delighted at the very idea, and, giving up the pigeon,
set off on his quest, armed as before with a potsherd, on which was written,
Do not fail this time. Kill the lad, and sprinkle his blood like water!
But when he looked in on his Princess, just to prevent her becoming anxious
about him, she asked to see the potsherd as usual, and substituted another, on
which was written, Yet again give this lad all he requires, for his blood
shall be as your blood!
Now when the old hag saw this, and heard how the lad wanted the million-fold
rice which ripens in a single night, she fell into the most furious rage, but
being terribly afraid of her daughter, she controlled herself, and bade the boy
go and find the field guarded by eighteen millions of demons, warning him on no
account to look back after having plucked the tallest spike of rice, which grew
in the centre.So the son of seven Queens set off, and soon came to the field where,
guarded by eighteen millions of demons, the million-fold rice grew. He walked on
bravely, looking neither to the right or left, till he reached the centre and
plucked the tallest ear, but as he turned homewards a thousand sweet voices rose
behind him, crying in tenderest accents, Pluck me too! oh, please pluck me
too! He looked back, and lo! there was nothing left of him but a little heap
of ashes!
Now as time passed by and the lad did not return, the old hag grew uneasy,
remembering the message his blood shall be as your blood"; so she set
off to see what had happened.Soon she came to the heap of ashes, and knowing by her arts what it was, she
took a little water, and kneading the ashes into a paste, formed it into the
likeness of a man; then, putting a drop of blood from her little finger into its
mouth, she blew on it, and instantly the son of seven Queens started up as well
as ever.Dont you disobey orders again! grumbled the old hag, or next
time Ill leave you alone. Now be off, before I repent of my kindness!
So the son of seven Queens returned joyfully to his seven mothers, who, by
the aid of the million-fold rice, soon became the richest people in the kingdom.
Then they celebrated their sons marriage to the clever Princess with all
imaginable pomp; but the bride was so clever, she would not rest until she had
made known her husband to his father, and punished the wicked white witch. So
she made her husband build a palace exactly like the one in which the seven
Queens had lived, and in which the white witch now dwelt in splendeour. Then,
when all was prepared, she bade her husband give a grand feast to the King. Now
the King had heard much of the mysterious son of seven Queens, and his marvelous
wealth, so he gladly accepted the invitation; but what was his astonishment when
on entering the palace he found it was a facsimile of his own in every
particular! And when his host, richly attired, led him straight to the private
hall, where on royal thrones sat the seven Queens, dressed as he had last seen
them, he was speechless with surprise, until the Princess, coming forward, threw
herself at his feet, and told him the whole story. Then the King awoke from his
enchantment, and his anger rose against the wicked white hind who had bewitched
him so long, until he could not contain himself. So she was put to death, and
her grave ploughed over, and after that the seven Queens returned to their own
splendid palace, and everybody lived .
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