Malayan literature; comprising romantic tales, epic poetry and royal ...
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MAKOTA RADJA-RADJA 167<br />
<strong>and</strong> a great many prosperous <strong>and</strong> famous cities were devas-<br />
tated. All the better classes of citizens were plunged into the<br />
most frightful distress <strong>and</strong> the most lamentable desolation,<br />
<strong>and</strong> it would be impossible to tell how great <strong>and</strong> wide-spread<br />
was the mourning. Now while all were groaning in affliction<br />
the King made merry.<br />
One day in his presumptuous pride he assembled his ministers<br />
<strong>and</strong> his generals to show his <strong>royal</strong> power <strong>and</strong> his domination<br />
over the people. He was seated on his throne, surrounded<br />
by a crowd of courtiers, when suddenly a beautiful horse crossing<br />
the city at a gallop went straight into the palace of the<br />
King, among the ministers <strong>and</strong> the gr<strong>and</strong>ees. They all admired<br />
the beautiful horse, the like of which none had ever<br />
seen. Nobody dared to seize him as he left.<br />
pranced from right to<br />
Suddenly the horse approached the throne <strong>and</strong> laid down<br />
at the feet of the King. The King patted <strong>and</strong> stroked him,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the horse never moved. Then the wicked King began to<br />
"<br />
laugh <strong>and</strong> said : O my ministers, you see how far my greatness<br />
goes. It is only at my throne that this wonderful horse<br />
has stopped. I will mount <strong>and</strong> ride him on the esplanade."<br />
The King ordered a saddle brought, <strong>and</strong> was placing it on the<br />
horse with his own h<strong>and</strong>s, when he received such a kick over<br />
the heart that he was immediately killed. Then the wonderful<br />
horse vanished, <strong>and</strong> no one saw where it went. The people all<br />
rejoiced <strong>and</strong> said, " Of a truth, this mysterious horse was<br />
one of the angels of God sent to exterminate a tyrant."<br />
It was in the time of this King, <strong>and</strong> by his tyranny, that the<br />
kingdom of the sovereign of Persia was ruled <strong>and</strong> fell into the<br />
h<strong>and</strong>s of another people. King Khochtacab, the most celebrated<br />
of all the kings of his time, by his power, greatness, <strong>and</strong><br />
magnificence, had raised in rank a man named Rassat Rouchin,<br />
"<br />
a name which in Persia signifies sincere <strong>and</strong> brilliant." Influenced<br />
by this fine name, the King forgot all prudence, <strong>and</strong><br />
without any proof of his capacity he raised this man to power<br />
<strong>and</strong> made him minister, turning over to him tlie care of the<br />
most important affairs in his kingdom <strong>and</strong> giving him all his<br />
confidence. His ostensible conduct was irreproachable, <strong>and</strong> his<br />
acts had for everybody the appearance of honesty <strong>and</strong> truth.<br />
One day the minister Rassat Rouchin said to the King :<br />
" The<br />
people, on account of our leniency <strong>and</strong> goodness, are forgetting