‘That is my history, and now you must beg the king to send messengers at
once to Granada, to inform my father of our marriage, and I think,’ she
added with a smile, ‘that he will not refuse us his blessing.’
Adapted from the Portuguese.
The Jogi’s Punishment
Once upon a time there came to the ancient city of Rahmatabad a
jogi[FN#1: A Hindu holy man.] of holy appearance, who took up his abode
under a tree outside the city, where he would sit for days at a time
fasting from food and drink, motionless except for the fingers that
turned restlessly his string of beads. The fame of such holiness as this
soon spread, and daily the citizens would flock to see him, eager to
get his blessing, to watch his devotions, or to hear his teaching, if
he were in the mood to speak. Very soon the rajah himself heard of the
jogi, and began regularly to visit him to seek his counsel and to ask
his prayers that a son might be vouchsafed to him. Days passed by, and
at last the rajah became so possessed with the thought of the holy man
that he determined if possible to get him all to himself. So he built in
the neighbourhood a little shrine, with a room or two added to it, and a
small courtyard closely walled up; and, when all was ready, besought the
jogi to occupy it, and to receive no other visitors except himself and
his queen and such pupils as the jogi might choose, who would hand down
his teaching. To this the jogi consented; and thus he lived for some
time upon the king’s bounty, whilst the fame of his godliness grew day
by day.
Now, although the rajah of Rahmatabad had no son, he possessed a
daughter, who as she grew up became the most beautiful creature that eye
ever rested upon. Her father had long before betrothed her to the son of
the neighbouring rajah of Dilaram, but as yet she had not been married
to him, and lived the quiet life proper to a maiden of her beauty and
position. The princess had of course heard of the holy man and of his
miracles and his fasting, and she was filled with curiosity to see and
to speak to him; but this was difficult, since she was not allowed to go
out except into the palace grounds, and then was always closely guarded.
However, at length she found an opportunity, and made her way one
evening alone to the hermit’s shrine.
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