I first heard this story a long time ago, back in Grade 10, from a friend of mine. Her mother used to tell her the most wonderful moral stories. Those were the kind of stories that were passed down at home, never quite written anywhere. My friend would tell them to me at school knowing how much I loved these folk tales.
This is one of those stories from my school days. This story has something to teach all of us, and it has stayed with me for years. And, now I am sharing it with you all.
A Wise King, With One Flaw
Long ago, there was a powerful king who ruled over a city in the heart of India. He was wise. He was fair. His ministers respected him, and his people genuinely loved him.
But like all of us, he had his flaws too. And his particular flaw was a temper. It didn’t show itself often. But when it did, it came on fast, and it came on strong.
A Mukhiya Who Never Came
In a province not far from the capital lived a Mukhiya, a village headman who was invited to the royal court many times. And yet, for reasons of his own, he never came.
This bothered the king more than he liked to admit.
“Does he not respect my call?” the king thought to himself. “How dare he stay away, again and again!”
And slowly, quietly, a small seed of anger began to take root in his heart.
A Walk Through the Evening Streets
Now, this king had an old habit. From time to time, he liked to set aside his crown and his fine clothes, dress as an ordinary man, and walk through the city streets to see how his people really lived.
One evening, he set out on one of these walks, with his loyal and wise minister beside him.
The streets were full of life. Spices drifted from one stall, temple bells rang somewhere in the distance, and the evening chatter of the marketplace rose and fell around them.
And then they passed a butcher’s stall.
Something Shifts in the King’s Eyes
The butcher was cutting up a goat. It was an ordinary sight, the kind you may see in any market, any evening. But something about it made the thoughts of the king turn dark. It was something the king could quite explain.
Without warning, he turned to his minister and said, sharply, “The very moment that Mukhiya sets foot in this city, send him straight to me.”
The minister bowed. He said nothing. But in his heart, he understood exactly what kind of mood his king was in and exactly what this mood of his might lead to.
“Please, Don’t Meet the King Today”
Later that same day, as fate would have it, the Mukhiya happened to be making his way to the palace completely unaware of everything that had just happened in that marketplace.
The minister met him on the road. He greeted him warmly, the way old friends do. And then he said something rather unusual.
“My friend, I need to ask something of you. Please do not see the king today. Wait until I send for you. And please, don’t ask me why just yet. Just trust me on this.”
The Mukhiya was puzzled. But he trusted the minister, as he always had. And so, without a word of protest, he turned around and quietly went home.
“Did You Dare Go Against My Command?”
When the king learned what had happened, his suspicion flared instantly.
“Why did you stop him from coming to me?” he demanded. “Did you dare to disobey my order?”
The minister folded his hands and bowed his head.
“Maharaj, forgive me. You gave that command just as we were passing the butcher’s stall. I saw the anger, rising like fire in your eyes. And I knew that if the Mukhiya had stood before you in that moment, you would have treated him exactly as that butcher treated the goat.”
He paused, then continued, gently. “I only wanted you to meet him when your mind was calm again. Not while it was still clouded with rage.”
“You Have Saved Me From Myself”
The king fell completely silent. He looked at his minister for a long, long moment and then, with a deep sigh, he said:
“You have spoken the truth. Without a wise minister beside him, even a king can become cruel as cruel as that butcher with his blade. You have saved me. Not just from wronging an innocent man, but from staining my own honour.”
From that day on, the king’s respect for his minister only grew deeper. And the Mukhiya, once he learned the whole story, was quietly, deeply grateful for he understood that he had been spared, not by luck, but by the wisdom of a friend he never even knew was protecting him.
This story brings forth a lot of lessons, something I never thought of when I was a kid. But these thoughts came to me when I was telling it to my daughter the other day. We are actually discussing about the decisions each of these people made.
Anger is an emotion that can creep in very quietly, even over something as small as a glance at a butchers shop, like it happened with the king in this story. And, a true friend not just protects us from the evils of the world, but from the evils that reside within ourselves too.
What I love most about this story is how quiet the minister’s courage is. He doesn’t argue with the king. He doesn’t lecture him. He simply, calmly, finds a way to buy a little time enough time for the storm in the king’s heart to pass on its own.
And isn’t that such a real kind of friendship? Not the kind that always agrees with us, but the kind that knows us well enough to step in, gently, exactly when we need it most even if it means risking our anger to do it.
And so, my dear readers, remember, the tongue of anger can cut deeper than a sword, but the hand of wisdom can stop it in time.
That is why the elders say: a wise word is always better than a sharp sword.
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