Nicomar, trembling with joy and incredulity, promised him one half of what he had and the hand of his daughter in marriage.
Then the Burman said--
"To-morrow we will seek the King." More he would not say, but sat in the dusky gloom of the coming evening, smoking.
Nicomar, with the great weight of his troubles somewhat lightened, slept heavily.
On the morning of the fourteenth day Nicomar prostrated himself before his master.
"Well," asked the King, "come you to claim your reward?"
The Indian bowed his head in grave deferential assent.
"And so you have obeyed my order?"
"I but wait for your Majesty to perform your part first, then I will without delay do my share."
The King hastened to ask the meaning of such an answer.
"Your Majesty commanded me," replied the Indian, "to fill up the sea with milk, which I am quite ready to do; but your Majesty did not command me to take the water from the ocean, and until that is done it is impossible to fill it anew. If your Majesty," continued Nicomar, "will but dispose of the water----." Then he paused timidly, waiting the King's response. He had done as the Burman had instructed him, and he feared the result.
For a long while there was silence, and those round about trembled with apprehension, for they guessed not in what wise their master would take such a reply.
At last he smiled, for although he had many grave faults, he was not unkindly or averse to owning himself baffled.
Then he said--
"Nicomar, thou art cleverer than I thought."
At which words hearts that had stood still from fear beat once more.
"The sea exists," said his Majesty, after a pause, looking round on his Court, "as it existed before we were, as it will exist when we have all passed away and our names have been forgotten."
UNWIN BROTHERS, THE GRESHAM PRESS, CHILWORTH AND LONDON.