In the Kingdom of Fools

     In the Kingdom of Fools

     In the Kingdom of Fools, both the king and the minister were idiots. They didn't want to run things like other kings, so they decided to change night into day and day into night. They ordered that everyone should be awake at night, till their fields and run their businesses only after dark, and go to bed as soon as the sun came up. Anyone who disobeyed would be punished with death. The people did as they were told for fear of death. the king and the minister were delighted at the success of their project. One day a guru and his disciple arrived in the city. It was a beautiful city, it was broad daylight, but there was no one about. Everyone was asleep, not a mouse stirring. Even the cattle had been taught to sleep by day. The two strangers were amazed by what they saw around them and wandered around town till evening, when suddenly the whole town woke up and went about its nightly business.

      The two men we hungry. Now that the shops were open, they went to buy some groceries. To their astonishment, they found that everything cost the same, a single ?????- weather they bought a measure of rice or a bunch of bananas, it cost a ?????. The Guru and his disciple world delighted. They had never heard of anything like this. They could buy all the food they wanted for a rupee. 

     When they had cooked and eaten, the Guru realised that this was a kingdom of fools and it wouldn't be a good idea for them to stay there. "This is no place for us. Let's go," he said to his deciple. But the disciple didn't want to leave the place. Everything was cheap here. All he wanted was good, cheap food. The Guru said, "They are all fools. This won't last very long, and you can't tell what they'll do to you next."

     But the disciple wouldn't listen to the Guru's wisdom. He wanted to stay. The Guru finally gave up and said, "Do what you want. I'm going,"and left. The disciple stayed on, ate his fill every day - bananas and ghee and Rise and wheat, and grew fat like a street-side sacred bull. 

     One bright day, a Thief broke into a rich merchant's house. He had made a hole in the wall and sneaked in, and as he was carrying out his loot, the  wall of the old house collapsed on his head and killed him on the spot. His brother ran to the king and complained, "Your Highness, when my brother was pursuing his ancient trade, a wall fell on him and killed him. This merchant is to blame. He should have built a good, strong wall. You must punish The wrongdoer and compensate the family for this injustice."

     The king said, "Justice will be done. Don't worry, "and at once summoned the owner of the house. 

    When The merchant arrived, the king questioned him.

   " What's your name?"

   "Such and Such, Your Highness."

    "Were you at home when the dead man burgled your house?"

     "Yes, My Lord. He broke in and the world was weak. It fell on him."

     "The accused pleads guilty. Your wall killed this man's brother. You have murdered a man. We have to punish you."

    "Lord," said the helpless mmerchant, "I didn't put up the wall. It's really the fault of the man who built the wall. He didn't build it right. You should punish him." 

    "Who is that?"

    "My Lord, this wall was built in my father's time. I know the man. He's an old man now. He lives nearby."

    The king sent out messengers to bring in the bricklayer who had built the wall. They brought him, tied hand and foot. 

    "You there, did you build this men's wall in his father's time?"

   "Yes, my Lord, I did."

    "What kind of a wall is this that you built? It has fallen on a poor man and killed him. You've murdered him. We have to punish you by death."

   Before the king could order the excution, the poor bricklayer pleaded, "Please listen to me before you give your orders. It's true I built this wall and it was no good. But that was because my mind was not on it. I remember very well a dancing girl who was going up and down street all day with her anklets jingling, and I couldn't keep my eyes or my mind on the wall I was building. You must get that dancing girl. I know where she lives."

    "You're right. The case deepens. We must look into it. It is not easy to judge such complicated cases. Let's get that dancer, wherever she is."

   The dancing girl, now and old woman, came trembling to the court.

  "Did you walk up and down that street many years ago, while this poor man was building a wall? Did you see him?"

   "Yes, My Lord, I remember it very well."

  "So you did walk up and down, with your anklets gingling.

   You were young and you distracted him, so he built a bad wall. It has fallen on a poor burglar and killed him. You've killed and innocent man. You'll have to be punished."

   He thought for a minute said, "My Lord, wait. I know now why I was walking up and down that street. I had given some gold to the goldsmith to make some jewellery for me. He was a lazy scoundrel. He made so many excuses, said he would give it now and he would give it then and so on all day. He made me walk up and down to house and dozen times. 

   That was when this bricklayer saw me. It's not my fault, My Lord, it's the damned goldsmith fault."

   "Poor thing, she's absolutely right," thought the king, weighing the evidence.

   "We've got the real culprit at last. Get the goldsmith, wherever he is hiding. At once!"

   The king's bailiffs searched for the goldsmith, who was  hiding in a corner of his shope. When he heard the accusation against him, he had his own story to tell.

    "My Lord," he said, "I'm a poor goldsmith. It's true I made this dancer come many times to my door. I gave her excuses because I couldn't finish making her jewellery before I finished the rich merchant's orders. They had a wedding coming, and they wouldn't wait. You know how impatient rich men are!"

    "Who is this rich merchant who kept you from finishing this poor women's jewellery, made her walk up and down, which distracted this bricklayer, which made a mess of his wall, which has now fallen on an innocent man and killed him? Can you name him?"

    The goldsmith named the merchant, and he was none other than the original owner of the house whose wall had fallen. Now justice had come full circle, thought the king, back to the merchant.When he was rudely summoned back to the court, he arrived crying, "It wasn't me but my father who ordered the jewellery! He's dead! I'm innocent!"

    But the king consulted his minister and ruled decisively: "It's true your father is the true murderer.