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THE YOUTH WHO BECAME A MAIDEN
(From an Indian Folktale)
by Christopher Leeson
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The vampire, held firmly by King Trivikramasena, who had seized him
at his grave, sought to distract his brave captor by telling him another
story:
In the land of Nepalese city of Sivapura there was, once upon a
time, a king Yasahketu, who was justly called the Pennant-of-Honor. This
ruler had placed the burdens of government on the shoulders of his
councillor Prajnasagara and, with his queen, lived a life of
self-indulgence. In the course of time, the king sired upon his consort a
daughter whom they named Sasiprabha, which means Moon-Lustre, for it was
true that she displayed to all who beheld her the pale beauty of the moon.
In due time the girl grew to womanhood.
One day the princess came out into the palace garden to watch with
her companions the celebrations of the festival of spring. And as she was
picking flowers, unknowingly bending in such a way as to reveal one
charming breast, she was seen by the son of a rich brahmin, Manahsvamin.
This youth had, like her, come to the spring festival. The instant he set
eyes on her he was smitten and in spite of his name which means "Mind's
Master," the young man, bewitched with passion, was no longer master of his
own mind at all.
"Is she the Goddess of Desire? Or is she a sylph that has come
from the deep forest?" While he stood wondering, the princess turned his
way and as soon as she had seen the young man, who might have been the God
of Love embodied, she was so overcome with yearning that she dropped her
flowers upon the earth.
While they stood staring at each other with sudden love, there
arose a loud clamor and they raised their heads to see what had happened.
Bearing down on them, uprooting the trees along the road, came a berserk
elephant which had thrown off his mahout and, tearing loose from his
chains, was running wild. The companions of the princess fled in panic and
the princess was left abandoned. Instantly Manahsvamin dashed toward her,
sweeping her up into his arms with passionate excitement, and carrying the
maid a safe distance out of the elephant's path. Then the princess was
again surrounded by her attendants, who, praising the brahmin's courage,
escorted her back to her own quarters, while she kept stealing glances over
her shoulder at her bold rescuer. At home the princess could not stop
thinking of her new, her first, love and night and day thereafter she
burned with the raging fire of love.
Manahsvamin had followed the princess as far as he dared to and
watched her vanish into her chambers. And he thought: "I cannot hope to
endure without her. My only salvation may be my teacher, Master Muladeva,
the skillful sorcerer."
Somehow he struggled through the day and long, sleepless night, and
in the morning went off to visit Master Muladeva. Manahsvamin bowed to the
master mage and told him his desire; and with a smile Muladeva promised to
satisfy it. The magician took a magic bead, put it into his own mouth, and
changed himself into an noble-looking old brahmin; then he pushed into
Manahsvamin's mouth another bead, which changed him instantly into a
beautiful girl.
"What have you done!?" exclaimed the young brahmin.
"Be patient, my pupil," the sorcerer admonished, and then explained
his plan in detail, after which Manahsvamin decided that he had come to the
right man after all.
Thereupon the cunning Muladeva escorted the transformed Manahsvamin
to the marketplace to buy some clothes, and from hence to the father of the
boy's beloved, who was the king himself. Securing an audience, he made of
the king the following request:
"Your Majesty, I have one son, and for him I have asked this girl
in marriage and brought her here from afar. But when I arrived home I
found that my son had gone adventuring, and I shall have to locate the boy.
While I am away, I beg you, Sire, keep this girl in your protection."
Wary of offending a powerful brahmin, King Yasahketu promised to do
the favor asked of him and summoned his daughter Moon-Lustre into to the
hall. He said to her: "Daughter, keep this girl with you in your chambers
and treat her like your own sister!"
So the princess promised, and she conducted the transformed
Manahsvamin to her own chambers. And while the false old brahmin went his
way, Manahsvamin remained near his beloved in the shape of a girl.
After a few days the princess had come to trust in her companion's
friendship and affection; and one night Manahsvamin whispered softly from
the next bed and questioned the girl why she was not eating well and lay at
night tossing on her bed.
"Why are you so unhappy, my dear? Every day you grow paler, and
you look colorless and thin as though you were separated from a lover.
Tell me, what is the matter with you? Is there any reason why you should
not trust your loving and innocent friend? If you don't tell me what is
wrong, I shall refuse my meals also!"
The princess sighed and confided: "But why should I not trust you?
I will tell you, my friend. Listen. One day I went out to watch the
flower festival of spring, and there I saw a handsome brahmin youth. He
was as fine as snow or pearls or moonlight -- he was like a god. But while
my eyes feasted on his beauty, there was a sudden thunder like Doomsday and
a monstrous bull elephant came down on us. My attendants left me behind,
but that young brahmin boy took me into his arms and swept me out of the
way. When I touched his body I felt. . .I don't know what. Before we
could say a word, my companions returned and took me from his embrace. I
was beside myself. It was as though I had been thrown from the bliss of
paradise down to the sordid earth!
"Ever since, even when I am wide awake, I imagine that the lord of
my dreams is beside me. I imagine that he has used some clever ruse to win
his way into my chamber. And at night when I dream I hear him urge me to
love him, and force me with his kisses and embraces to abandon all
modesty. . . . But I know nothing about him, neither his name nor his
family -- nothing -- and I have no way of communicating with him. And so
the agony of separation burns my soul with fire."
Her words intoxicated him like nectar, and the boy in the body of a
maiden blissfully saw his end achieved. Judging that the moment was ripe
to reveal himself, he took the bead from his mouth and showed himself in
his natural form.
"Darling with the dazzling eyes," he addressed her, "I am the one
whom you have won with your glances in that garden! When my meeting with
you was cut short, I fell to such immoderate lamentations that the gods
deemed I was unmanly and gave me the form of a girl. It is your
declaration of true love which has broken the spell."
When the princess saw her unknown beloved appear so suddenly, awe,
astonishment, and love overwhelmed her. They married each other in the
informal manner that the Gandharvas practice in Heaven and there was such a
feast of affection that their passions were at least temporarily sated.
And henceforth Manahsvamin contentedly lived in two different forms: by
day, with the bead a girl, by night, without the bead, as a youth.
Several days passed. Then King Yasahketu's brother-in-law
Mrigankadatta gave his daughter Mrigankavati with a very large dowry in
marriage to Councillor Prajnasagara's son. Moon-Lustre was invited to the
wedding of her cousin, and she went with the brahmin youth Manahsvamin who
accompanied her in her retinue of maids-in-waiting.
But what Fortune gives, he oft will endanger! When the bridegroom
saw the supposed girl, he was utterly smitten with passionate love; and,
robbed of reason by the love god's mischief, he went with his new bride to
a home without the joy that a new husband should know. And there, totally
immersed in longing for the beauty of the supposed girl's face, he fell
into a swoon, bitten by the poisonous snake of unrestrained desire. His
father Prajnasagara came hurrying to his son's house when he heard of the
emergency. Comforted by his father, he raved deliriously of his yearning.
His father was alarmed and supposed that his son had lost his senses. He
notified the king himself and the gracious monarch soon appeared at his
councillor's house. When the king had seen the boy suffering from the
seventh stage of love-sickness, he conferred with his ministers.
"The girl has been entrusted to me by a brahmin," he said. "Her
hand is spoken for. How can I marry her off to another? But unless I
permit it, the boy will certainly die of love's arrows. When he has died,
his father, my councillor, will perish, too, of grief, and at the
councillor's death the kingdom will collapse! Advise me, Wise Ones, what
can we do?"
The ministers debated and decided that regardless of circumstances, the
maid must marry the councillor's son, lest disaster befall the kingdom.
The brahmin will be enraged, they owned, but he could be mollified by
generous gifts when he returned.
The monarch agreed despite his misgivings and consented to give the
supposed girl to the councillor's son. When an propitious hour for the
nuptials had been calculated, Manahsvamin was brought from the princess'
chambers to the king. He had overcome his earlier dismay at his forced
marriage and addressed the king courageously: "Your Majesty, if you
invalidate your pledge to my father-in-law, that is for the gods, not
myself, to judge. I have no choice but to consent to the nuptials, but
will do so on this condition only: I shall not be forced to sleep with my
husband until he has returned from a pilgrimage of six months to the holy
places. If this condition is not granted, I swear that I shall kill myself
by biting off my tongue!"
The king conveyed Manahsvamin's condition to the councillor's son,
who was too much in love to gainsay his beloved's demands. The false girl
and the youth were married and, as soon as the wedding was over, he lodged
his first bride Mrigankavati along with Manahsvamin in a well-guarded wing
of his house and faithfully departed upon the agreed pilgrimage.
Manahsvamin, meanwhile, lived with house with Mrigankavati and shared her
chambers and bed.
So life went on until a night came when their servants were asleep
outside and Mrigankavati whispered to Manahsvamin in their common bedroom:
"Tell me a story, my dear, for I cannot sleep."
The young man, still in the shape of a maiden, told her the legend
of King Ila -- how that hero, the scion of the Solar Dynasty, had been
cursed by the White Goddess to become a woman who bewitched all the world,
and how he and King Budha met, fell in love, and wed, and how the hero
Pururavas was born from their passion. When he had finished his story, he
concluded slyly: "So it may happen once in a while, either at divine
command or by the power of magical drugs, that a man becomes a woman and a
woman a man. And in their new state even the Great Ones enjoy carnal
experiences which spring from their passion."
When the naive young Mrigankavati, whose bridegroom had not been
with her at all since they had been married, heard this story, she admitted
to her companion: "While I was listening to your story, my body began
tingling and my heart missed beating. Why should that be so? Tell me, my
friend!"
"Those are the signs of love, my dear!" said the brahmin. "Is this
the first time you have felt them?"
Softly Mrigankavati whispered: "Darling, I love and trust you.
What I am asking you is forbidden, but I must ask it nonetheless: Could a
man somehow be smuggled into our rooms?"
Manahsvamin, faithless to Moon-Lustre, the king's daughter, in the
face of this new opportunity, replied: "If that is what you want, I shall
tell you something. God Vishnu has granted me a special talent by which I
can change myself at will into a man by night. And for your sake I shall
now become a man." He took the bead from his mouth and showed himself in
his natural guide as a handsome and violently virile young man. And with
her inhibitions dispelled and their intimacy already established, a feast
of love was consummated with a zest that suited the midnight hour.
So from then on, the young brahmin lived with the bride of the
councillor's son, by day a woman and a man at night. When he knew that the
councillor's son was due to return in a few days, he took the girl, escaped
the house by darkness, and eloped with his new bride.
At this point Manahsvamin's teacher Muladeva, who knew all that had
happened, decided that he would play a new joke upon everyone involved in
the confusing matter. Once again he assumed the form of an ancient
brahmin. But this time he was accompanied by another pupil, Sasin, who had
been changed to resemble a young brahmin.
He betook himself to King Yasahketu and said, "Your Majesty, I have
located my son. I beg you restore me my daughter-in-law."
The king, fearing that the brahmin would curse him, took counsel
with his wise men and brought back this reply: "Venerable One, your
daughter-in-law has run away! Forgive me, please! To make up for my lack
of vigilance, I shall give you my own daughter for your son to wed."
Muladeva, the crafty wizard, feigned indignation and spoke angrily;
but finally he permitted himself to be persuaded, and the king bestowed his
daughter Moon-Lustre with royal pomp upon Muladeva's pupil, Sasin, who
was posing as his son. Thereupon Muladeva took the pair, who were now bride
and groom, and went back to his own home. But there they met an angry
Manahsvamin, who had heard the news of the wedding. A contentious
argument arose between him and Sasin while Muladeva looked on.
Manahsvamin declared: "Moon-Lustre should be mine, for I have
already married her as a virgin, which was the intent of both myself and
Muladeva when this folly began!"
Sasin gainsaid him: "What has Moon-Lustre to do with you any
longer, fool? She is my lawful wife, for her own father has married her
off to me in the presence of the sacred rites!"
"But you wed under false pretenses!" declared Manahsvamin.
"Your pretenses were even more false -- and you are greedy besides,
wanting two wives while I have none."
And they clamored over the whole sordid imbroglio without reaching
a solution.
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"So the story is all but ended," said the vampire to his captor.
"Tell me therefore, Your Majesty, when the elders of their clans took
council, to whom did they decide the princess Moon-Luster truly belonged?
Was it to whom she loved and chose for herself, or to whom she had married
with the consent of the father who has the rights to adjudge such matters?"
"In my opinion," replied the king, "she belongs fairly to Sasin,
for it was to Sasin that the king had married his daughter lawfully and
publicly. Manahsvamin had taken her by stealth and married her without
ceremony. It has never been the law that the thief is to be considered the
owner of the property which he has stolen."
When the vampire had heard the answer and noted that the king's
grip had grown slack with distraction, he suddenly slipped like mist from
the hero's grasp and fleetly returned to his grave. King Trivikramasena,
undaunted, went after him.
When the brave king had him again in hand, the crafty vampire again
spoke:
"Sire, listen, and I will tell you yet another story to make you
forget your toils."
And so the vampire told story after story, throughout the long
night.
THE END
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