Sanskrit literature -- Translations into English; Tales -- India
The guards were relieved to find they need not drag the vizier away;
for they admired his courage and felt sure that the Raja would soon
find he could not get on without him. It might go hardly with them if
he suffered harm at their hands. So they only closed in about him; and
holding himself very upright, Dhairya-Sila walked to the tower as if he
were quite glad to go. In his heart however he knew full well that it
would need all his skill to escape with his life.
When her husband did not come home at night, Buddhi-Mati was very much
distressed. She guessed at once that something had gone wrong, and set
forth to try and find out what had happened. This was easy enough; for
as she crept along, with her veil closely held about her lest she
should be recognised, she passed groups of people discussing the
terrible fate that had befallen the favourite. She decided that she
must wait until midnight, when the streets would be deserted and she
could reach the tower unnoticed. It was almost dark when she got there,
but in the dim light of the stars she made out the form of him she
loved better than herself, leaning over the edge of the railing at the
top.
“Is my dear lord still alive?” she whispered, “and is there anything I
can do to help him?”
“You can do everything that is needed to help me,” answered
Dhairya-Sila quietly, “if you only obey every direction I give you. Do
not for one moment suppose that I am in despair. I am more powerful
even now than my master, who has but shown his weakness by attempting
to harm me. Now listen to me. Come to-morrow night at this very hour,
bringing with you the following things: first, a beetle; secondly,
sixty yards of the finest silk thread, as thin as a spider’s web;
thirdly, sixty yards of cotton thread, as thin as you can get it, but
very strong; fourthly, sixty yards of good stout twine; fifthly, sixty
yards of rope, strong enough to carry my weight; and last, but
certainly not least, one drop of the purest bees’ honey.”
3. Do you think the vizier thought of all these things before or after
he was taken to the tower?
4. What special quality did he display in the way in which he faced his
position on the tower?
CHAPTER III
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