Sanskrit literature -- Translations into English; Tales -- India
After many meetings the three wicked men decided that they would pay
some one to kill the king, first making the murderer they chose swear
that he would never tell who had ordered him to do the terrible deed.
It was not very difficult to find a man bad enough to take money for
such an evil purpose, and the next thing to do was to decide where and
when the deed was to be done. Putraka had been very well brought up by
his mother, and he often went to a beautiful temple near his palace to
pray alone. He would sometimes stop there a long time, winning fresh
wisdom and strength to do the work he was trusted with, and praying not
only for himself, but for his father, his mother, his aunts and uncles,
and for the people he loved so much.
The murderer was told to wait in this temple, and when the young king
was absorbed in prayer, to fall suddenly upon him and kill him. Then,
when Putraka was dead, he was to take his body and bury it far away in
the depths of the forest where it could never be found. At first it
seemed likely that this cruel plot would succeed. To make quite sure,
the murderer got two other men as wicked as himself to come and help
him, promising to give them a share in the reward. But the god who had
taken care of Putraka ever since he was born, did not forget him now.
As the young king prayed, forgetting everything in his earnest pleading
for those he loved, he did not see or hear the evil men drawing
stealthily close to him. Their arms were uplifted to slay him, and the
gleam of the weapons in the light that was always kept burning flashed
upon him, when suddenly the heavenly guardian of the temple, who never
left it day or night, but was generally invisible, appeared and cast a
spell upon the wicked men, whose hands were arrested in the very act to
strike.
What a wonderful sight that must have been, when Putraka, disturbed in
his prayers, looked round and saw the men who had come to kill him,
with the shadowy form of the guardian threatening them! He knew at once
that he had been saved from a dreadful death by a messenger from the
god he had been worshipping. As he gazed at the men, the guardian faded
away and he was left alone with them. Slowly the spell cast on them was
broken, and they dropped their weapons, prostrated themselves, and
clasped their hands in an appeal for mercy to the man they had meant to
destroy. Putraka looked at them quietly and sadly. He felt no anger
against them, only a great thankfulness for his escape. He spoke to the
men very sternly, asking them why they wished to harm him; and the
chief murderer told him who had sent them.
The knowledge that his father wished to kill him shocked and grieved
the young king terribly, but he controlled himself even when he learnt
the sad truth. He told the men that he forgave them, for they were not
the most to blame; and he made them promise never to betray who had
bribed them to kill him. He then gave them some money and told them to
leave him.
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