A Hindoo Story

Follow the magic adventure of a young daughter who lived with eagles as parents until something unexpected happened and put her on a dangerous quest. Will her loyal cat and dog be able to protect her on such a journey? Maybe an unexpected loving prince will have to help her too.

Story by Katharine Pyle

Transcript

A Hindu story. There was once a poor peasant woman who sold milk. Every day she filled her cans with milk and went to a nearby town and sold it, Returning with her cans empty. One day when she set out, She took her little baby daughter with her. In each hand, The mother carried a milk can and the baby held to her skirt and walked close beside her. Suddenly two great eagles appeared, Wheeling about in the sky, And one of them dropped down and seized the child and flew away with it. The other eagle, Which was its mate, Followed it. The woman cried aloud and dropped her milk cans and ran along after the eagles, But they quickly disappeared in the distance. The woman beat upon her breast and wailed bitterly, But nothing she could say or do could bring her child back to her. The eagle flew on and on with the baby until they reached the tree where they lived. There, The father eagle, Who had carried her, Laid her gently on the grass. He and his mate were so delighted with the child and her pretty ways that they determined to keep her. They built a house for her high in the top of the tree. The house was made of iron and was very strong and it had seven iron doors and there was a key for each one of them so it could be locked. In this house, The little girl lived with a little dog and cat. The eagles had brought her for company. The eagles loved the child dearly and named her Suryabai, Which means sun lady. They brought her food and beautiful clothes such as princess's wear and magnificent jewels. Each day after they had set forth, Suryabai locked the doors so she would be safe. Then she played about the house with the little dog and cat and was well contented. In the evening, When the eagles came home, They would knock and Suryabai would unlock the seven doors, One after another and let them in. Always they brought her some pretty presents. One day the mother eagle said, Our Suryabai has now everything she needs except a diamond ring to wear upon her finger. It makes me sad that she should not have a diamond ring. Yes, Replied the father eagle, She ought to have one and I will go out and find one for her. But an ordinary diamond ring will not do, Said his mate. Once far away upon the borders of the Red Sea, I saw a princess walking and on her finger she wore a ring so bright and dazzling it was like the sun in splendor. It is such a ring as that that I wish to give to our sun lady. In that case, We will fly away to the Red Sea and get one for her. So the two birds arranged to set out the next day and as it would take a long time to make the journey, They brought to Suryabai enough food to last for six months. They then cautioned her not to open the door to anyone while they were gone and not to leave the house for any reason whatever and to keep the fire always burning on the hearthstone. Then the two old eagles flew away and they were sad to leave her. Now after they had gone, Suryabai went about the house and set it in order. Every day she cooked food for herself and the little dog and cat and fed them and she played with them and they were very happy together. Then one day when she was cooking dinner, The little cat crept close to her and while Suryabai was not looking stole the very choicest bits of the dinner and ate them up very quickly. When Suryabai turned round and saw what the cat had done, She was very angry. Now I shall punish you because you are a thief, She said. She took a little switch and beat the cat with it. That made the cat very angry and it ran over to the hearth and upset the pot of water over the fire and put it out. Then Suryabai did not know what to do. She had now no way to cook the food for herself and the little dog and cat and as they could not eat it raw, For three days they went hungry. At the end of that time, Suryabai made up her mind to go out and try to get some fire someplace. She said to the dog and cat, If the eagles could know how hungry we are, I am sure they would be willing for me to go. Yes, Said the little cat, But you must not go too far for just beyond here is the Rakshas country. And if you go there, Some Rakshas may catch you and never let you come back. What is a Rakshas, Asked Suryabai. Now Rakshas are demons and very dangerous, But the cat would not tell Suryabai that because she thought if Suryabai knew about them, She would be afraid to go for the fire. So she said, I cannot tell you what they are. And then she sat down in a corner and washed her fur and would not answer any more questions. At any rate, We must have the fire, Said Suryabai. So she unlocked the seven doors one after another and climbed down from the tree and set out on her journey. She went on and on for a long way and then without knowing it, She really did come into the country of the Rakshas. There she saw a house and in it was an old old woman bending over a fire. She was so old that her nose and chin almost met and so crooked she was like a bent stick. Her gray hair fell over her eyes in a mat and her teeth were long and yellow and she was a Rakshas. When she saw the maiden, She asked her who she was and where she had come from and what was her errand. Suryabai told her she came from a little house that had been built for her by a pair of eagles in a treetop far away. She told her the eagles were away from home for they had gone to fetch her a diamond ring from far away and had left her with only a little dog and cat for companions. And now the cat has put out the fire, Said she, And I have no way to cook the food. We are very hungry so give me, I beg of you, A little of your fire to carry home with me. Now the old woman Rakshas had a son who was very strong and terrible but he was away from home on some business. What a pity he is not here, Thought the old woman. This pretty little girl would make a fine morsel for him. I will try to keep her until he returns so that he may have her for his supper. So she made her voice as soft and friendly as she could and said, You may have the fire and welcome but pound this rice for me before you go for my arms are too weak and old for pounding. After that you shall have the fire. Surya Bahu was very obliging. She pounded the rice and pounded and pounded but still the young Rakshas did not come and presently she had finished. Now give me the fire, Said the maiden. But the old woman still wished to keep her. I have no daughter to help me, Said she. Grind this corn for me, I beg of you, And then I will give you the fire. Surya Bahi ground the corn but still the Rakshas had not come. I have pounded the rice and ground the corn. Now give me the fire that I may be gone, Said the maiden. But still the old woman detained her. Why should you be in such a hurry? Just fetch me some water from the well and then you shall have the fire. Surya Bahi went to the well and fetched the old woman the water. Still the Rakshas had not returned. I have served you willingly, Said the maiden, And now I must be gone and if you will not give me the fire I must seek it elsewhere. Then the old woman knew she could keep Surya Bahi no longer. You may have the fire, Said she, And you are more than welcome to it. I will also give you a bag of corn and as you go you can strew it along so as to make a little golden pathway between your house and mine. This the old woman said because she thought if the girl left a trail behind her the Rakshas could follow her to where she lived and catch her there. But Surya Bahi had no fear of evil for she had always been treated kindly. She thought the old Rakshas was a very friendly old woman. She took the fire and the corn also and as she went home she scattered the corn along the way. When the girl reached the tree where the house was she climbed up and went inside shutting and locking the seven iron doors behind her one after the other. She cooked the meal and fed the dog and fed the cat and then as she was very tired she lay down and fell fast asleep. Now very soon after she left the Rakshas house the young Rakshas came home and he was very fierce and terrible to look at. At once his mother began scold at him. Why are you so late? She cried. A young maiden has been here a fine and dainty morsel all pink and white and as tender as a bird and you might have had her for your supper if only you had returned earlier in time to catch her. When the Rakshas heard this his eyes grew red as fire and he gnashed his teeth together with rage. Which way did she go? He bellowed. Which way did she go? I'll follow her and catch her however far she's gone. You'll have no trouble finding the way replied his mother for I gave her corn to scatter as she went along so as to make a pathway. Just follow the corn and you'll soon find her. At once the Rakshas set off. So fast he went that the ground was burned up beneath him. It did not take him long to reach the little house in the treetop but Suryabai was safely inside and all the seven iron doors were locked behind her. The Rakshas beat on the door and called to her to come and open. I am your father the eagle returned from his journey he called to her. Open quickly dear child that I may put the diamond ring upon your pretty finger. But Suryabai did not open the door or answer for she was fast asleep and the little cat and dog were asleep also. The Rakshas began to tear at the iron door but he could not stir it and all he did was to break off one of his long brown nails and then off he went howling horribly and leaving the nail still sticking in the crack of the door. A little while after he had gone the cat awoke and wakened Suryabai. Suryabai mewed the cat. I dreamed the eagles had returned and were calling at the door for you to open it. You had better go and see if they are there. Suryabai at once arose and took the keys and opened the doors one after another and when she opened the seventh door the Rakshas nail that he had broken off ran into her hand so that she fell down as though she were dead. For the fingernail of a Rakshas is very poisonous. Not long after that the eagles came home and there they saw the doors all open and little Suryabai lying on the threshold seemingly dead. Then they were very sorrowful. They put the diamond ring upon her finger and after that they flew away uttering loud cries and were never seen again but the cat and the dog stayed beside her and mourned over her. Now the very next day a handsome young Raja came by that way hunting and stopped under the very tree where the house was. He happened to look up and there high above him in the treetop he saw something dark and large and he could not tell what it was. So he bade one of his attendants climb up and see. A man climbed up as the Raja bade him and presently he came sliding down again and he told his master that what he saw there was a curious little house made of iron. The man told him the house had iron doors but they were all open and on the threshold of the first of the doors lay a lovely maiden. She lay there seemingly dead but so beautiful he had never seen anything like her and beside her sat a little cat and dog mourning for her. When the Raja heard this he became very curious to see the maiden and he bade some of his people climb up and bring her down to where he was. This they did and the little cat and dog came with them. No sooner had the young Raja seen the maiden than he fell violently in love with her because of her beauty and he felt he could not live unless he could awaken her to life and have her for a wife. She did not look to him as though she were really dead for her cheeks and lips had kept their color and when he lifted her hand it was soft and warm in his fingers. Then he saw something long and dark that looked like a thorn sticking in her hand. This was the Raksha's nail. The Raja drew it out very slowly and carefully so as not to hurt her and no sooner had he withdrawn it than life came back to the maiden and she opened her eyes and breathed again. When the Raja saw the change that had come over her he was filled with joy and he told her who he was and what had happened and he asked her whether she would come back to his palace with him and be his Rane. To this Suryabai willingly agreed for he was so handsome and kind looking that she loved him the moment she saw him. So Suryabai went home with the young Raja and they were married with great magnificence and rejoicing and everyone loved the young Rane for her gentleness. Only the Raja's mother hated her. She was very angry that her son should have married a girl who had a pair of eagles for parents and who had lived in an iron hut in the forest. She also envied Suryabai because the Raja had given her all the most magnificent jewels in the palace. Nothing was too good for the little new Rane. This girl has bewitched him the mother said to herself but if she were only gone and out of his sight he would soon forget her. So she was always plotting and planning to get rid of the young Rane. Now there was an old woman above the palace and she was very wise. She said to Suryabai do not trust the old Rane. She is certainly planning some evil against you. I know her. She is jealous of you and so wicked that she would stop at nothing. But Suryabai would not listen to her. She was so good and gentle that she could not believe evil of anyone. One day Suryabai and the Raja's mother were walking in the gardens and the old woman was with them for she was one of Suryabai's favorite attendants. Then the old Rane said to the young Rane your jewels are very beautiful and fine. Even when I was a young Rane my husband never gave me such beautiful jewels as those you have. Let me put them on just for a short time I beg of you that I also may know how it feels to be as magnificent as you are. Then the old woman whispered in the girl's ear do not lend her your jewels. I know she is planning some evil against you but Suryabai would not listen to her. She took off her jewels all of them and helped the old Rane to put them on. She put the bracelets on the old Rane's arms and the necklaces on her neck and the earrings in her ears. All her jewels she lent to the old Rane. She hung them about her until she shone like the sun with the splendor of them all. When this was done the Raja's mother bade the old woman go back to the palace for a hand mirror that she might look at herself and see how fine she was now that she was dressed in all those jewels. The old woman did not want to go but she was obliged to. When the old Rane was alone with Suryabai she said to her come Suryabai let us go over to the bathing tank while we wait for the mirror that I may look at myself in the water. Still thinking no evil Suryabai went with her. Now the bathing tank was very deep. It was only for people to swim in. When they came near the edge the old Rane leaned over and Suryabai leaned over too to look in the water. Then the old Rane gave her a push so that she fell in and sank out of sight below the waters. The wicked old Rane waited for a while and then as she saw nothing more of Suryabai she was satisfied that the girl was drowned and she hurried back to her chamber and hid all the jewels. That night the Raja could not find Suryabai anywhere. No one knew what had become of her. The Raja was like one distracted. He hunted for her everywhere. Then his mother said to him I saw her walking in the garden this morning with that old woman. If any harm has come to her it is because of that wretch. To feel sure of it the Raja at once sent for the old woman and questioned her. But she could tell him nothing about the young Rane for she had not seen her after she left her there in the garden with the Raja's mother. The old Rane managed to make the Raja feel very suspicious of the old woman. So he had her thrown into prison and she lay there very miserable. But Suryabai had not been altogether drowned when she sank down into the tank. Instead she had changed into a beautiful golden flower that rose up and up through the waters until it reached the air. The next time the Raja came to the gardens he saw something shining over in the bathing tank and when he went nearer he found a beautiful golden flower growing up out of the water. Then at once he became quite happy. The flower made him think of little Suryabai and the load seemed lifted from his heart. Now every day he went out to the tank and spent long hours looking at the flower and he talked to it as though it could hear him and it never changed or withered. But soon the old Rane became very anxious. This flower certainly has something to do with Suryabai. There is some magic about it she said to herself. So one night she took several men with her and went secretly out to where the flower was blooming and made the men cut it down and take it away into the jungle and burn it. The next morning when the Raja went to the garden to visit the flower he found it was gone. Then he was very unhappy and he questioned the keepers of the garden but they could tell him nothing about it. But even when the flower was burned that was not the end of the young Rane. The wind caught up the ashes of the flower and blew them back into the garden and they fell close beside the wall. From these ashes grew up a mango tree. It grew and grew until its top was higher than the garden walls and could be seen from the road outside the garden. Then upon the very topmost bough there bloomed a flower. In due time the petals of the flower fell and the mango fruit was seen. The fruit grew larger and larger. Every day it grew and it shone with a rosy light as though there were a flame within it. And every day the Raja came and looked at it. And when he looked he was happy just as he had been when he looked at the golden flower. The fruit was almost ripe but no one was allowed to touch it for it was to be for the Raja alone. Now one day the old milk woman who was Suryabai's mother was going home with her empty milk cans and she sat down to rest outside the wall of the Raja's garden. She sat near where the mango tree was growing but it was inside the garden and she was outside. Then the mango bent its top and leaned farther and farther across the wall and quite suddenly the great rosy mango fell down and into the empty milk can of Suryabai's mother. The old woman was terrified. She thought if anyone should see this mango in my milk can they would think I was a thief and had stolen it and I would be punished. So she caught up her can and hurried home with it. Then she put it in the corner and heaped up ever so many other empty milk cans on top of it. She said nothing about what had happened until that evening when she and her husband and her eldest son were alone together and the other children were in bed for she had a large family. Then she told them the whole story. She told how she had sat down to rest in the shade of the wall and how the mango had fallen into her milk can and how she had brought it home and had put the can in the corner under all the other milk cans. And now do you go and fetch the mango said she to her husband and we will cut it and have a fine feast. The husband went out to where the milk cans had been heaped up and began lifting them down one after another until he had come to the last one. Then he gave a great cry. You told me a mango was in the milk can he cried to his wife. But here is something very different. The woman came running and looked into the can and there was a tiny lady very magnificently dressed like a Renee. And when she stepped out from the can she was so beautiful that the whole room shone as though there were a star in it. The old man and woman could hardly believe their eyes. They were frightened and yet they were delighted. The old woman said now I am happy again as I have never been happy since the eagles flew away with my little baby daughter. When she said that the small Renee looked at her wonderingly but she said nothing for it seemed she could not speak. After that the beautiful stranger lived there in the house with the old man and woman. And every day she grew so fast that at the end of a month she was as tall as an ordinary woman but still she could not speak. It was not long before people knew that a most beautiful lady dressed like a Renee was living with the old peasants. The news came even to the palace so the Raja heard about it and he began to wonder whether it were possible this beautiful lady could be his lost Renee. One day he set out with only his faithful counselor for company and went to the house of the old peasants and knocked on the door. The old woman who was Suryabawi's mother looked out of the window and when she saw the Raja there she was very much frightened. She took Suryabawi and hid her behind a heap of milk cans for she feared if the Raja saw the girl he might begin to ask questions and find how the mango had dropped into the can. After the girl was hidden the old woman opened the door. I wish to see the stranger who is living here with you and who is so beautiful and is dressed like a Renee said the Raja. I do not know what you mean cried the old woman. No one lives here but me and my husband and children. This was true only the old woman did not know it. The Raja questioned her but she would make no other answer and when he went through the house he could see no one except the woman's husband who was very much frightened and the children she had spoken of. Then the young Raja went away very sorrowful but still he could not help wondering whether the peasant had deceived him. So he sent for the old woman who had been Suryabawi's companion and who was in prison. I wish you to go to such and such a place said he and make friends with the peasant woman who lives there. Then after you are friends find out if you can whether a stranger has been living with her and if so who she is. The old attendant did as the Raja bade her. It did not take long for her to make friends with the peasant woman and one day the old peasant allowed her to see the strange lady who was living with her. At once the attendant knew the stranger to be the lost Rane and she fell down and kissed her feet and wept over her. Then she told the old peasant the whole story. She told her of how Suryabawi had lived with the eagles and how the Raja had found her and made her his wife. How she had then disappeared. How the Raja had mourned for her and sought her. When the old peasant heard this story she was filled with wonder and with joy for she knew then that Suryabawi was no other than the little daughter who had been carried away by the eagles. She could now no longer refuse to let the Raja see Suryabawi and he was sent for. When he came and saw his dear wife as well and as beautiful as ever he could hardly contain himself for happiness. He took her in his arms and wept over her and kissed her and no sooner had he kissed her than her powers of speech came back and she was no longer dumb. Then she told him the story of what had happened to her and of how she had been pushed into the tank and how she had come to be where she was. The Raja was very angry. He took Suryabawi back to the palace with him and the wicked old Rane was shot up in a tower where she was very miserable all the rest of her life. But the peasants and their children were raised to great wealth and honor and Suryabawi and the Raja lived happy forever after.