It was a pleasant winter morning.
Emperor Akbar was walking in his garden. The garden was embellished with
various flowers enliven with dew drops. The Emperor was looked admiring at the
flowers. The dew laden grass under his feet felt like velvet.
Suddenly the Emperor remembered
one of the important court issues. He started thinking and suddenly stumbled on
a rock. He already was disturbed and after falling over the rock he became very
angry. He called his servants and asked them to arrest the gardener. The Emperor
in heat of his anger gave orders to execute the gardener.
The gardener was arrested. He was
taken to the execution chamber. As a custom, he was asked his last. The
gardener pleaded the king’s men to meet the Emperor before he was executed. His
wish was grated.
The gardener was taken to the court
of Emperor. He went to the Emperor and spat on his feet. The Emperor was taken
aback by the gardener’s unusual, unexpected gesture. He demanded, ‘You low
born! Tell me why you spat on my feet? It is an insult to me’.
The gardener humbled. He trembled
with fear and replied, ‘O great Emperor, I spat on the advice of your courtesan
Birbal’.
The Emperor called Birbal. Birbal
approached the Emperor with a witty smile and said, ‘O mighty Emperor! You can
never come across a person as loyal as this poor gardener. He has been taking
care of you gardens since years. It is unfortunate that he was put to death on
your order with no reason. Now that he has spate on your respected feet, you
have a fair reason to punish him’.
The Emperor immediately realized
his mistake. He set the gardener free and asked him to continue working for his
garden.
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