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say, 'That a tiger! not he; it is a mouse the Saint has transformed.' And the mouse being vexed at this, reflected, 'So long as the Master lives, this shameful story of my origin will survive!' With this thought he was about to take the Saint's life, when he, who knew his purpose, turned the ungrateful beast by a word to his original shape. Besides, your Majesty," continued the Vulture, "it may not be so easy to take in Camphor-island—

      'Many fine fishes did the old Crane kill,

       But the Crab matched him, maugre all his bill.'

      'How came that to pass?' asked Jewel-plume.

      'The Vulture related:—

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      "There was an old Crane at a mere called Lily-water, in Malwa, who stood one day in the shallows with a most dejected look and drooping bill. A Crab observed him and called out, 'Friend Crane! have you given up eating, that you stand there all day?' 'Nay, sir!' replied the old Crane; 'I love my dish of fish, but I have heard the fishermen say that they mean to capture every one that swims in this water; and as that destroys my hope of subsistence, I am resigning myself to death.' All this the fishes overheard. 'In this matter certainly,' they said, 'his interest is ours; we ought to consult him; for it is written—

      'Fellow be with kindly foemen, rather than with friends unkind;

       Friend and foeman are distinguished not by title but by mind.'

      Thereupon they repaired to him: 'Good Crane,' they said, 'what course is there for safety?'

      'Course of safety there is,' replied the Crane, 'to go elsewhere; and I will carry you one by one to another pool, if you please.'

      'Do so,' said the trembling fishes.

      "The Crane accordingly took one after another, and having eaten them returned with the report that he had safely deposited each. Last of all, the Crab requested to be taken; and the Crane, coveting his tender flesh, took him up with great apparent respect. On arriving at the spot, which was covered with fish-bones, the Crab perceived the fate reserved for him; and turning round he fastened upon the Crane's throat and tore it so that he perished.'

      'Well, but,' said King Jewel-plume, 'we can make Night-cloud viceroy here, to send over to Vindhya all the productions of Camphor-isle!'

      'Then the Vulture Far-sight laughed a low laugh and said—

      'Who, ere he makes a gain has spent it,

       Like the pot-breaker will repent it.'

      'What was that?' asked the King. Far-sight related:—

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      "There was a Brahman in the city of Vána, whose name was Deva Sarman. At the equinoctial feast of the Dussera, he obtained for his duxina-gift a dish of flour, which he took into a potter's shed; and there lay down in the shade among the pots, staff in hand. As he thus reclined he began to meditate, 'I can sell this meal for ten cowrie-shells, and with them I can purchase some of these pots and sell them at an advance. With all that money I shall invest in betel-nuts and body-cloths and make a new profit by their sale; and so go on trafficking till I get a lakh of rupees—what's to prevent me? Then I shall marry four wives—and one at least will be beautiful and young, and she shall be my favorite. Of course the others will be jealous; but if they quarrel, and talk, and trouble me I will belabor them like this—and this'—and therewith he flourished his staff to such a purpose as to smash his meal-dish and break several of the potter's jars. The potter, rushing out, took him by the throat, and turned him off; and so ended his speculations. I smiled, my Liege,' concluded the Vulture, 'at your precipitancy, thinking of that story.'

      'Tell me, then, my Father, what should be done,' said the King.

      'Tell me first, your Majesty, what took the fortress: strength or stratagem?'

      'It was a device of yours,' said the King.

      'It is well,' replied the Minister, 'and my counsel now is to return before the rainy season, while we can return; and to make peace. We have won renown and taken the enemy's stronghold; let it suffice. I speak as a faithful adviser; and it is written—

      'Whoso setting duty highest, speaks at need unwelcome things,

       Disregarding fear and favor, such a one may succor kings.'

      Oh, my Liege! war is uncertain! Nay, it may ruin victor and vanquished—

      'Sunda the strong, and giant Upasunda,

       Contending, like the lightning and the thunder,

       Slew each the other. Learn, the while you wonder.'

      'Tell me that,' said the King of the Peacocks.

      'The Vulture related—

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      "Long ago, my Liege, there were two Daityas named Sunda and Upasunda, the which with penance and fasting worshipped that God who wears the moon for his forehead-jewel; desiring to win his favor, and thereby the lordship of the Three Worlds. At last the God, propitiated by their devotion, spake thus unto them:—

      'I grant a boon unto ye—choose what it shall be.'

      'And they, who would have asked dominion, were suddenly minded of Saraswati—who reigns over the hearts and thoughts of men—to seek a forbidden thing.

      'If,' said they, 'we have found favor, let the Divinity give us his own cherished Parvati, the Queen of Heaven!'

      'Terribly incensed was the God, but his word had passed, and the boon must be granted; and Parvati the Divine was delivered up to them. Then those two world-breakers, sick at heart, sin-blinded, and afire with the glorious beauty of the Queen of Life—began to dispute, saying one to another: 'Mine is she! mine is she!' At the last they called for an umpire, and the God himself appeared before them as a venerable Brahman.

      'Master,' said they, 'tell us whose she is, for we both won her by our might.'

      'Then spake that Brahman:—

      'Brahmans for their lore have honor; Kshattriyas for their bravery;

       Vaisyas for their hard-earned treasure; Sudras for humility,'

      Ye are Kshattriyas—and it is yours to fight; settle, then, this question by the sword.'

      'Thereupon they agreed that he spoke wisely, and drew and battled; and being of equal force, they fell at the same moment by an exchange of blows. Good my Lord,' concluded the Minister, 'peace is a better thing than war,'

      'But why not say so before?' asked Jewel-plume.

      'I said it at the first,' replied the Minister. 'I knew King Silver-sides for a just King, upon whom it was ill to wage battle. How say the Scriptures?—

      'Seven foemen of all foemen, very hard to vanquish be:

       The Truth-teller, the Just-dweller, and the man from passion free,

       Subtle, self-sustained, and counting frequent well-won victories,

       And the man of many kinsmen—keep the peace with such as these.'

      The Swan-king has friends and kinsmen, my Liege:—

      'And the man with many kinsmen answers with them all attacks;

       As the bambu, in

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