On selecting a wise man
"I want to talk to you about something serious," said the queen's
brother.
"What's it?"
"Please ask your husband to appoint me as the royal consultant on
social affairs."
"But someone's already posted there. How can we oust him and put you
there?"
"That man is a just a court jester. I'm different. As him to sack him
and recruit me." Queen's brother sounded pestering.
"Remember, I'm your brother. You have to know blood is thicker than
water," he added.
The queen started thinking. She could not find any way out.
"I can't sack someone just because he is a court jester," the king
responded pensively, "After all, a royal court jester can hold the
position of a royal consultant."
But the queen insisted and forced the king to sack the jester and
recruit her brother.
"If that's so, I have to send my jester to a distant place. But I
want to test your brother's intelligence. Is that all right?"
"Whatever it is, I'm all right. I only want him to be given the
position." The queen's plea made the king feel sorry. He felt sorry for
both her and her brother.
"Ask him to see me in a few days' time."
The king summoned his jester cum royal consultant. He appeared before
the king promptly.
"I want you take one week off," the king said.
"I don't want it."
"Never mind, I will give you the facilities. Make sure you take one
week off." The jester could not fathom what's going on, or what's wrong
with the king. He thought for a while, and felt he should better obey
the order. And he felt something fishy too! Well, the king did not sack
him, the jester thought, he just wanted to take one week off. He left
the palace for the distant area and spent the rest of the days in the
state residence.
Meanwhile, the king's brother who claimed himself to be a scholar
visited the king. The king handed over a hundred-rupee note to the
brother-in-law.
"I want you to make hundred thousand rupees from this," said the
king.
"How long will you give me?"
"Sooner the better. The day you bring that, I will appoint you as the
royal consultant."
The queen's brother went off thinking of a way to increase the money.
He went on thinking and thinking, but he failed to come up with a proper
scheme. He came to see his sister.
"Seems like I can't make it," he said in a defeated tone.
"So go back and tell him that." The brother went to see the king.
"I have come to hand over that hundred-rupee note back to you. I
couldn't make it."
"That means you have failed your test," the king said. The queen's
brother was desperate. He informed of his failure to pass the test. The
queen met the king once again and wanted to know how could a
hundred-rupee note be turned into hundred thousand. Listening to the
queen, the king said,
"But my jester will show you how to do that."
The queen wanted to see that. So the king sent an order to the jester
to come back to work.
"I'm happy to see you back. But I want some advice from you."
"What's it?"
"Take this hundred-rupee note and increase it into hundred thousand
as soon as possible." The man smilingly took the hundred rupees and in
the first instance he brought a spool of twine, which he took to the
streets of where the jewellers sold their gold and silver. With the help
of an attendant he got one end of the twine hold in his hand and went on
measuring several jewellery shops. The jewellers were astounded. They
inquired.
"What are you trying to do?" they asked.
"I have come on the orders of the king who wanted me to build a
children's park by demolishing some of these jewellery shops."
"Please don't harm us, we can give you any amount of money to save
our shops."
"All right then, discuss the matter with the rest of the jewellery
shopkeepers and bring me one hundred thousand soon as possible."
The jewellery shopkeepers gathered to discuss the matter. They spared
no time collecting one hundred thousand to carry on their business. The
jester, on the other hand, could go back to the king with the required
amount.
"You have come back so soon. How did you manage to collect it?"
When the jester related what happened, a smile appeared on the king's
face. "So your period as the royal consultant has been extended." |