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Somdev Bhatt 11th Century. Original in
Sanskrit.
English Translation: C. A. KINCAID, c. v. o.
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Background. "Vikram Aur
Betaal" is a series of enchanting tales derived from the
11th-century work 'Betaal Pachisi' by Kashmiri poet Somdev Bhatt. The
narrative follows the wise and adventurous King Vikramaditya of Ujjain.
When a mendicant consistently gifts him fruits containing rubies, the
king's curiosity is piqued. Meeting the mendicant under specific, eerie
conditions, Vikramaditya learns of a task only he can perform: to
retrieve a corpse, Betaal, from an ancient tree for the mendicant's
mystical rituals. As King Vikramaditya carries the corpse, Betaal's spirit tells him tales, concluding each with a riddle. If Vikramaditya knows the answer but stays silent, his head will shatter. But answering breaks his vow, and Betaal returns to the tree, making the king restart his mission. After 25 stories, Betaal reveals the mendicant's ulterior motive: to gain unparalleled powers by sacrificing the king. Forewarned by Betaal, Vikramaditya confronts the mendicant and, through his wit, triumphs over the deceitful ascetic. |
THE EIGHTEENTH TALE
THE ROBBER'S BRIDE
ONCE upon a time there was a town called Luchal. Over it ruled a king
called Sudaksh, and in it lived a merchant whose name was Dhanadhyaksh,
who had a daughter called Dhanvati. While she was still a child, her
father married her to a youth called Gouridatta. In course of time she
gave birth to a daughter to whom she gave the name of Mohini. When the
little girl was only seven, her father Gouridatta died. His kinsmen at
once seized all his property. In despair, Dhanvati, late one night, took
her little girl by the hand and started to return home. After some
distance she lost her way and by mistake entered a burning ground.
Therein stood a stake upon which a robber had been impaled. Suddenly her
hand touched the robber's foot. "Who at such a time of night hurts my
foot?" roared the robber. Dhanvati replied, "I never meant to hurt you.
I did it without knowing that I did it. Therefore, please forgive me."
"Lady," answered the robber, "no one gives another happiness or pain. A
man enjoys such fortune as he is destined to enjoy. If a man says that
he did such and such a thing, he speaks foolishly. For a man is bound
fast by his actions in a former life. These actions drag a man hither
and thither as they will. No one knows what is in store for him. A man
makes plans, but fortune brings them to nought."
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After listening to this long speech, Dhanvati said, "Who are you, sir?"
"I am a robber," was the answer. "I have been impaled for three days on
this stake. Yet even now my life will not depart." "But," answered
Dhanvati, "why?" "I have never been married," answered the robber, "and
in the hope of my marriage my life still clings to my body. If you will
give me your daughter, I shall give you a crore of rupees." Now the
cause of sin is greed, the cause of disease is infection, and the cause
of grief is friendship. Only he is happy who avoids all three. But no
one ever does avoid them. Thus it befell that through her desire to get
the money, Dhanvati agreed to marry her daughter to the robber. "Very
well," she said, ''but suppose that thereafter she wants to have a son,
how can she have one?" "When she grows to womanhood," answered the
robber, "you must marry her to some handsome Brahman. Give him five
hundred gold coins as her dowry, and she will become the mother of a
son." On hearing these words Dhanvati walked round the stake and married
her little girl to the robber. The latter then said, "If you go to the
east, you will see a banian tree near a dark well. At the foot of the
tree is the buried treasure, take it and keep it." Having said this, he
died. Dhanvati went to the spot and found the treasure. Taking only a
few rupees with her she went to her
parents* house. She told them what had happened. Then she
went with them to her husband's village and built a big house and lived
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in it. As the years passed, her
daughter Mohini grew up. One day as she was standing by the upper window
of her house a Brahman youth passed by. Directly, she saw him, she fell
in love with him. "Go at once," she said to her maid servant, "and take
him to my mother." The maid servant did so. Dhanvati said to the youth,
"Good sir, I have a daughter, if you will marry her and she bears you a
son, I shall give you a hundred rupees." The Brahman agreed. That night
they were married. A year later Mohini gave birth to a son. On the sixth
night after his birth, she had a dream. She saw an anchorite. His hair
was in a matted coil; on his forehead was the moon. His body was smeared
with white ashes. He was seated on a white lotus. A white snake was
twined about his neck, from which hung a garland of skulls. In one hand
he carried a human head. In the other he had a trident. He was of great
stature and his look was terrible. He said to Mohini, "Tomorrow at
midnight put your little boy in a box and put with him a bag containing
a thousand rupees. Then leave the box by the door of the king's palace."
Just then Mohini awoke and saw that it was broad daylight. She told her
mother her dream. That night she put her little boy and the money in a
box and left it opposite the king's door. That night the king saw in a
dream, a man of gigantic stature, who had ten arms, five heads with
three eyes each, enormous teeth, and a moon on each forehead. The man
said to the king, "A
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box has been left at your door. In it you will find a baby boy. Take him
in. He will rule over your kingdom." Just then the king awoke. He told
his dream to the queen. Next he went to the palace door and found the
box. He opened it and found inside a baby boy and a bag containing a
thousand rupees, The king lifted up the baby boy and told the sentry to
carry inside the bag of a thousand rupees. The king next went to the
queen and placed the baby boy in her lap. By this time the sun had
risen. He sent for the wise men and astrologers and asked them to see if
the child had any of the marks of royal blood. Now there was among the
wise men one especially skilled in chiromancy (palmistry). He said, "My
lord king, I can see three clear marks. The first is the boy's broad
chest, the second is his lofty forehead, the third is the length of his
body. Besides these he has all the thirty-two points which are said to
indicate a hero. He is certainly destined to rule a kingdom." When the
king heard this, he gave large sums in charity. He next took off the
jewels that he was wearing and giving them to the Brahmans bade them
name the child. "Great king," they replied, "take the boy and sit with
it near the queen. Then bid all your subjects hold high festival.
Thereafter we shall give the child a name in the manner required by the
sacred books." The king told the minister to make arrangements as the
Brahmans had orderd. The minister sent criers through all the city to
announce to
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all that the queen had borne the king a son. When the citizens heard
this, they poured out of their houses and flocked to the royal palace.
In the palace the musicians played gay tunes and in the temples were
held thanksgiving services. The king placed the boy on the queen's lap
and sat with her on the same dining platform. As they did so, the
Brahmans began to repeat sacred verses. Lastly after examining the
stars, an astrologer gave the boy the name of Hardatta. As time passed
the boy grew. When he was nine years old, he knew the sacred books, the
fourteen sciences and had become famous for his learning. Suddenly his
parents died. He succeeded them on the throne and began to rule wisely
and well. After some years had passed, he thought to himself, " Although
my parents gave me life, I have done nothing for them in return. For it
is said that only those who show mercy to all are wise and will in the
end go to heaven. Those whose minds are impure, reap nothing from their
charities, their devotions, their austerities and their pilgrimages.
Those who without faith worship their fathers' spirits do it in vain and
their fathers' spirits remain uncomforted." After these reflections,
King Hardatta resolved to go to Gaya and offer sacred cakes to his
father's spirit. He went to the banks of the Phalgu river and began to
offer sacred cakes. Instantly three hands arose from the river. The king
became perplexed, for he wondered into which hand he should give the
sacred cake. INSTANTLY THREE HANDS AROSE FROM THE RIVER
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