| King Vikramaditya |
| In days gone by,
Vikramaditya , a great king ruled over a prosperous kingdom from his capital at Ujjain.
Mighty as the sun - he was a king with immense love for learning as well as for adventure.
During such sessions, numerous people came to meet him. They brought for him gifts of jewels, gold or other precious things. Among such visitors was a mendicant who, on every visit, presented the king with a fruit. The king accepted his humble gift with the same show of courtesy with which he would have accepted a diamond from a rich merchant. He used to hand over the fruit to the royal storekeeper. One morning, the mendicant gave him his usual gift just when the king was going out to inspect his stables. The king accepted the fruit all right and went out while playing with it, tossing it up and then catching it as it came down. It so happened that after a while the fruit
fell down from his hand. Instantly a monkey who was on a nearby tree swooped down upon it
and tried to crack it with his teeth. He examined it and said it was the finest
ruby he had ever seen. "What did you do with all the fruits I have been giving
you?" the anxious king asked of his store-keeper. When the mendicant came the next day, the king gave all attention to him and asked him: "Why have you bestowed so much kindness on me?" "To be frank, I expect you to help me in a very important work of mine, O king, but of that I'll tell you in confidence," replied the mendicant.
But, for that, you must meet me under a
Banyan tree in the center of the cremation ground beyond the city, at night, on the 14th
day of the dark half of the month." Vikram hesitated for a while. But the spirit of adventure got the better of him. He agreed to meet the mendicant at the appointed hour. It was a dark night with a terrible gale blowing. When Vikram approached the cremation ground, he was received by the howling foxes and jackals. As he made his way through the ground, he saw in the flashes from lightning fearful faces of ghouls and ghosts staring at him or dancing around him. But undaunted, Vikram reached the banyan
tree. The mendicant was delighted to see him. "Now, what's the work you want me to
perform?" asked the king. To fetch a corpse that hung on a distant tree in that stormy night was not at all a pleasing task. But King Vikram braved the weather and the darkness as well as the menacing yells and shrieks of ghosts and ghouls and soon reached the old tree. Raising a burning torch he found the corpse hanging. He climbed the tree and with a stroke of his
sword cut the rope with which the corpse had been tied to the branch. The corpse fell to
the ground, and gave out an eerie cry. Vikram, not knowing that the corpse was
possessed by a spirit, thought that the fellow was alive. He came down and lifted up the
body lying sprawled on the ground. At that the corpse began to laugh. Surprised, the king asked: "Why do you
laugh?" No sooner had the king opened his mouth than the corpse slipped away from his
hands and hung on to the tree by itself. Six times did King Vikram bring it down and six
times the corpse gave him the slip. At last Vikram realized that the corpse did the
mischief only when he talked. |
| The End |