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"Angels lighten the load of the world's cares."
The Six Friends Part II (Tibet)
The ring was carried away for a long distance and finally washed ashore near
the gardens of the Khan, the great ruler of the land. There some one found
it. Seeing that it was a strange ring, perhaps from another land, he took it
at once to the Khan himself. The monarch gazed long upon it. Then, calling
his ministers about him, he said, "This trinket has magic power about it, of
that I am sure. I believe that it belongs to a very beautiful woman, perhaps
the daughter of a king. Take it, therefore, and wherever the ring leads you,
follow. If its owner indeed proves to be a lovely damsel, as believe it
does, take her prisoner and bring her at once to me, that she may be head
over my household."
As soon as the Khan's advisor held the magic ring in his hand, he felt a
strange power tugging at him. The ring seemed to draw him out of the palace
gardens toward the bank of a stream, and then along the stream to the log
hut in the woods. And so, in a very short time, the Khan's advisor and all
his soldiers and servants were standing before the door of the little house
where the prince's son and his new wife had been living so happily together,
and were shouting at them to come out at once. The two dared not disobey,
and so the damsel was quickly seized and taken away to the Khan's palace.
The Khan was delighted with the young woman's beauty and charm and paid not
the slightest heed to her tears or pleadings to be allowed to return to her
husband. She was made head of the royal servants, and was set up to live in
the palace within constant call of the Khan.
There seemed to be no possible hope of escape. Days passed by. Her sorrow
and longing for her husband became ever greater instead of less, until she
began to grow pale and thin, and those about her feared she would soon
sicken and die. The Khan, too, noticed the change in her. He tried every
means in his power to cheer her, but all in vain. At last he grew angry.
"It's all the fault of that husband of hers!" he cried. "He's the one who is
making my most beautiful servant look so sickly and plain. Well! I know how
to take care of that!
Calling the court executioner, he whispered a few words in his ear.
"There now!", he said later to the damsel after the executioner had left,
"when you know that your husband is dead and there is no use in wishing for
him any longer, then perhaps you will forget him and learn to smile again."
In vain did the poor girl plead with the monarch for her husband's life! But
the more she wept and begged, the angrier and more determined he became.
So the executioner set out with a number of soldiers. Finding the log hut in
the woods, he dragged the prince's son away and took him to a meadow where
there was a dry, deserted well. Down into the well the poor lad was thrown,
and a great rock was rolled over the opening. There in the darkness he laid
down to die, with no hope of rescue and no desire for life, anyway, if he
could not live it with his dear and beautiful wife.
Now it happened that the very next day was the year-and-a-day on which the
six friends had agreed to meet by the little round pond with the six streams
running into it. True to their promise, the other five gathered together and
awaited the arrival of the prince's son. While they waited, they eagerly
told one another all about the adventures they had. In this way, most of the
day passed. When the prince's son still did not appear, the friends noticed
that the tree which he had planted was drooping and withering.
"Our friend must be in danger or trouble," said the doctor's son. "Let's
lose no time in searching for him. Even now we may be too late to save him."
The others were alarmed and eager to start at once, but the magician's son
held up his hand.
"One moment!" he said. "By my magic art I can learn exactly where our friend
is. Then we can go straight to him without any further loss of time."
Bidding the others to sit down and wait, he drew a circle on the ground.
Placing himself in the center of the circle, he began to recite all sorts of
strange words and to draw figures and signs in the air. After awhile he
erased the circle and announced to his friends that he knew the exact
whereabouts of the prince's son at that moment.
"But we must hurry," he said, "for he is in great danger and will surely die
unless we rescue him right away!"
So the five set out at a quick pace and traveled all night without rest. By
early morning they had reached the well where the prince's son was
"But how shall we move away the rock?" they all cried in despair, seeing the
huge boulder completely covering the mouth of the well.
"I know how to move it!" said the blacksmith's son. Taking the heavy iron
hammer which he always carried in his belt, he fell to work upon the rock,
knocking great chunks out of it until it was all broken to pieces.
When the mouth of the well was opened, they hastily lowered the doctor's
son, who found the son of the prince lying there quite white and still and
close to death.
"It is well they chose me to fetch him!" he muttered as he drew forth his
bag of medicines. He poured some red liquid down the throat of his
unconscious friend, who soon began to stir and then to sit up.
With great difficulty the two young men were hauled up to the mouth of the
well. Once they were once safely out of it, the friends all embraced with
heartfelt joy and affection. Then the prince's son told the tale of his
adventure and its sorry ending, and the other five were full of compassion
for him and anger toward the wicked Khan.
Suddenly, the wood-carver's son spoke up. "I have an idea!" he said. "I can
fashion a great wooden bird, large enough to carry a man, and I will fit it
with wings, hinges and springs so that it can fly through the air."
"And I," cried the painter's son, catching the idea at once, "will paint and
decorate it with marvelously beautiful colors, so that it will look like a
magnificent, magical bird."
They were all much excited by this time and begged the wood-carver's son to
tell them more.
"Why," said he, "the prince's son shall fly in my wonder bird to the palace
of the Khan-"
"And," interrupted the painter's son, "when that wicked ruler sees the
beauty and the color of it, he will believe it is a magical bird, and he
will go up to the roof to receive it, with all of his royal household, and
then - and then -"
"You can snatch up your wife and carry her away!" they all shouted at once
to the prince's son, who was trembling with joy and hope.
The wood-carver's son fell to work at once, and in no time at all had built
a marvelous wooden bird, big and strong and powerful, with great broad wings
that would carry it through the air at the touch of a spring. Then the
painter's son got out his paints and decorated it with colors so rich and
fair that is shone with beauty. The prince's son got into it as soon as it
was ready. Amid the shouts of his friends, he pressed a button and flew high
up into the air. Then off he steered, straight for the Khan's royal
Great was the excitement at the palace when the big colored bird was seen
flying overhead. Everybody rushed about, asking what it might mean. The Khan
was the most excited one of them all.
"It must be a magical being!" he cried, "for don't you see the gold on its
wings? It must be delivering a special message for me! In truth, we must
meet this noble bird in the proper way!" So he called together all his royal
servants. Choosing the wife of the prince's son because she was the fairest
of all, he bade her go quickly to the roof and welcome the magical messenger
as the bird landed.
The damsel hastened to obey and stood waiting and marveling as the great
wooden monster drew near. Imagine her surprise when it came whirring to a
standstill, revealing her own dear husband seated within it! In a flash he
caught her up by the waist. Before the astonished Khan and his court could
realize what was happening, the magical bird had soared into the air and was
only a vanishing speck in the sky.
The prince's son and his lovely wife, whose ring, much to her delight, was
magically restored to her finger, returned along with the five faithful
companions to see her old foster-father and foster-mother from the hut in
the woods. Then all of them together returned to the land where the six
friends had been born. They visited each of their families, told one and all
of their marvelous adventures, and there they settled and were happy and
prosperous to the end of their days.
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