Indian folk story: the story of the king and his eunuch

"do you love me?" the man said, “my lord, i am your humble slave! how can i love you?” “i have to answer my question,” the king insisted, “tell me the truth!” and said, “how much you love your slave, how much your slave loves you!” “you can't happen to be in love with two people,” the king said, “this love is much less.

so the high commissioner suggested, "one night, i'll go out with you in secret, find some poor people in this town, talk to them, ask them.

perhaps your questions can be answered correctly." "at best, the king agreed, "let's go tonight." and it was only the night that the king and the chief minister came to a poor old woman's house.

they stood outside the threshold and looked inside and saw the old lady sitting behind the knitting machine.

the king's eyes were on her, and with a loud and angry voice he said, "this useless old lady! why don't weave in the back of the knitting machine all day long? he said, "please don't make a sound! your slave has something to ask her." "hey, old lady! did you hear the news?" "who are you, and you're bothering me at this hour?" the old lady complains, "don't you be quiet at night!" didn't you hear?" the old lady said, "i'm always hungry and cold and i'm sitting behind the machine.

did i rest when the king was in good health? now that he's sick, shall i grieve? he's good or sick, for me anyway!"