Expert - a king like him

Chapter (1)

The temple of the goddess Bhuvanesin was built of stones that were cut into the rocks, so that the end of the temple jutted out into the river Gomati. One morning, the king of Tripura, Govinda Manik, came to the riverbank to bathe. The king was accompanied by his brother Nakshatra. At that time, a little girl came to the riverbank with her younger brother. The little girl pulled the king's robe and asked, "Who are you?"

The king smiled and replied.

"Uncle is a friend of the child"

"Can you give me flowers to offer to the Buddha?"

"Okay.. I'll come and pick it up."

The king's courtiers and courtiers were all there.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to go. Let the servants go." "He asked me to go, I must go."

The king looked at the child's face. The child's face was as beautiful and serene as the morning, which was free from pollution.

As the little girl walked around the garden near the shrine, holding the king's hand, her fragrant breath seemed to waft through the garden, like the fresh flowers blooming around her. The little boy, who was a child, also followed her, holding on to his father's hand. He only knew his father, and was not yet close to the king.

The king is not worthy of a child. What is the child's name?" The child replied. "My name is Hathi."

The king did not even mention the child's name. The child looked at him with wide eyes and said nothing.

Hathi patted the child's body and said.

"Tell me ••• My name is Katara ••."

The child opened his lips and spoke softly.

"My name is Katara," the child said, and hung her head again. Sathi was explaining to the king.

"He's still just a child, so everyone calls him Tatar."

Having said that, Hathi turned to his younger brother and spoke again.

"Tell me, 'Tatar Natkun,'" the child looked at him and said. "Nattun," said Hathi, laughing.

"Baba, I still don't understand the language. I said that the gods pushed the shrine." Saying this, Hathi kissed his little brother more than once. Tatka just looked at his mother with wide eyes.

Hathi was telling the king about Tha. Once upon a time, an old man had a big blanket wrapped around his head and tail. The tatar called him a monkey. How old was Tha? Once, Tha counted the fruits and put them in his hands. He was scared and scared. Compared to the sound of the letter, Tha was only a real human child. His tatar was explaining it in detail. Tha listened intently to what he was saying about him.

Thus ended the morning's flower-raising ceremony. The king, as soon as he placed the flowers in the child's hand, thought that his offering to the gods and spirits was finished. He seemed to think that by seeing the love and compassion of those two innocent hearts and fulfilling the desire of those innocent hearts, his offering to the spirits was finished.

Chapter (2)

One day, just by meeting them for a moment, the king wondered how much affection the two siblings had for each other. As soon as the king saw their faces in the morning, he would jump up from his seat. Every day, it was like a routine, he would never finish looking after the two siblings, and the king would never bathe. The two siblings were so fond of the king that they would sit on the street with their capes on, waiting for him after the king had bathed. Sometimes, when he was not in a good mood and could not see the two siblings, the king would think that his daily routine had not been completed for that day.

Hathi and Kata are orphans. They only have one uncle named Sereyra. They have no children. They have no children. They only care for the two Phaung sisters, their biological children and other relatives.

After a year, Tata, although still unable to speak fluently, could speak the word "natkon" fluently. When his mother would sit under a tree on the banks of the Gaumati River and tell stories, Tata would listen with rapt attention. We do not know how Tata understood these stories. We do not know what kind of feeling arose in the heart of that young girl sitting under the tree. There was something special about Tata. He did not play with other children. He would follow his mother like a shadow.

It was the month of Waso. Early in the morning, the clouds in the sky were already in a state of harmony. It had not yet rained, but the shadow of rain was showing. It was certain that it would rain in the distance. Otherwise, the air would have been cold by now. It was Gamati, the city on the water, and the sky on both sides of the sky, and the shadow of the sky that was in harmony was stealing. Yesterday was the day of the harvest. So, the festival of offering to the gods ended yesterday. It has been done.

Holding hands with Yathi and Tarta, the king arrived at the right time to receive them. A stream of blood ran down the steps of the bathing platform made of polished stone and disappeared into the waters of the Egama River. That stream was the blood of a hundred goats that had been slaughtered for sacrifice the previous day. Yathi was astonished when he saw the drops of blood and looked at the king.

"What are these?"

"Is that... are these blood relatives?"

"Why is there so much blood?"

Unable to make out what was going on, Hathi asked the king again, "Why is there so much blood?"

The question arose in the king's heart, "Why is there so much blood?" The king was suddenly shocked. It was true that for many years he had witnessed bloodshed every year. However, today, hearing this spoon from the mouth of a monk, his heart also began to wonder, "Why is there so much blood?" The king forgot to answer Hathi and took a bath, thinking only about the problem.

"Gomati, you have been blessed with countless innocent animals every year. So why is your body so pure?"

The king thought to himself. He sat on the steps and slowly poured water on his little turban, wiping away the drops of blood. Seeing him, the turban also wiped away the drops of blood with his little hands. The turban was completely covered in blood. While the king was bathing, the two of them washed away the drops of blood.

That day, as soon as he returned home from that place, the weather was already cold and he was getting sick. Tata was sitting near his mother. He opened his mother's eyes that were closed with his little fingers and kept calling her "Mama...". When he called her like this, Sassy was startled and said, "Mama... what are you doing?" and hugged her. Then his eyes closed. The children closed their eyes. Tata stared at his mother's face for a long time without saying a word. After a long time, he put his arms around his mother's neck and put his face close to her and said, "Mama... are you not getting up?" Hathi woke up with a start. He hugged Tata and said, "I will get up." But it was very difficult for him. It seemed that darkness had settled in Tata's small heart. His big goal for the whole day, to have fun, be happy, and play, had collapsed at once. The sky was filled with darkness. A steady, steady rain was heard on the roof. Look, the big tamarind tree in front of the house was dripping with rain. The doctor called a doctor and returned. When he checked the blood, the doctor's expression was not very happy.

The next day, when King Reyan arrived at the port, he found the two siblings waiting for him. It was like a dream. After climbing the wall, the king ordered the bearers to go up to the house of Kedar Reshura. The bearers were very surprised when they heard the king's order. However, no one dared to criticize the king's order. When the king's wall arrived at the courtyard of Kedar Reshura, there was a commotion in the house.

They were all blue and white, and everyone had forgotten about the patient. Only Tata was left beside the patient. Tata sat motionless beside him, his little brother in his mouth. When he saw the king enter the house, he asked, “Mother, what happened?” His mother began to cry. The king was so worried that he thought of sending Tata’s sister back. “Mother, you are sick,” Tata replied. His uncle Dara became a little angry and said, “You are sick.” Then Tata went close to his mother, kissed her face and hugged her neck, and asked, “Where are you going?” He asked because he wanted to relieve his mother’s pain by touching her with his mouth and hand. However, his mother did not respond in any way, so he remained silent. After a while, Tata became emotionally disturbed and began to cry bitterly.

"I've been sitting here since yesterday and I don't know why he won't talk to me. What did I do to him that he's so angry with me?" Tata cried and expressed his dissatisfaction in a loud voice. Seeing Tata standing in front of the king, U Kyi, Kadala became angry and took Tata's hand and dragged him to another house. Until then, Tata could not speak.

The doctor said that the fever would soon subside, and went back. The king sat near the ascetic. When evening came, the ascetic said, “Mother... why is there so much blood?” and he became pale. The king said to Yathi, “This friend, I will hide the blood.” Yathi replied, “Tata, come here, I will hide the blood.” After a while, Tathi opened his eyes and looked around as if he were looking for someone. At that time, Tathi fell asleep in a house. Tathi did not find the person he was looking for, so he closed his eyes.

The eyes that had closed that time never opened again. That night, at midnight, in the arms of the king, Hathi passed away. When Sathi was taken to the crematorium, Tata was fast asleep. If Tata had been awake at that time, he would have followed his mother as closely as a shadow.

Chapter (3)

The king was holding a grand assembly. On that day, a priest from the temple came to the king with a matter. The priest's name was Tsapati, and he was a monk of the Buddha's temple. On the fourteenth day after the ceremony, a wuzao ceremony was held for the fourteen gods. On the night of the ceremony, no one was allowed to go outside the house. Even if they were, they were not allowed to go outside. If the king was found to be outside that night, the priest had to pay a fine. There was also a rumor that the person who was holding the ceremony had been killed and sacrificed. The animals to be slaughtered for the ceremony were said to be donations related to the king's palace. They had to receive donations from the king. The priest had come to ask the king for the animals for the ceremony. There were only twelve days left for the ceremony.

"Starting this year, no living creature may be killed at the shrine."

Hearing the king's sudden order, the audience was surprised. "What, am I dreaming?"

"No, priest, we have been dreaming until today."