Contents ( 50)
- contents
- introduction
- poems
- the home
- on the seashore
- the source
- baby’s way
- the unheeded pageant
- sleep-stealer
- the beginning
- baby’s world
- when and why
- defamation
- the judge
- playthings
- the astronomer
- clouds and waves
- the champa flower
- fairyland
- the land of the exile
- the rainy day
- paper boats
- the sailor
- the further bank
- the flower-school
- the merchant
- sympathy
- vocation
- superior
- the little big man
- twelve o’clock
- authorship
- the wicked postman
- the hero
- the end
- the recall
- the first jasmines
- the banyan tree
- benediction
- the gift
- my song
- the child angel
- the last bargain
- stories
- the kabuliwalla
- the kingdom of cards
- my lord, the baby
- the parrot’s training
- the home-coming
- master mashai
They could not understand who Ichcha was then, but the whole island was to understand it by-and-by. The first glimmer of light passed the threshold of their minds when they found out, through watching the actions of the Prince, that they might move in a straight line in an opposite direction from the one in which they had always gone before. Then they made another startling discovery, that there was another side to the Cards which they had never yet noticed with attention. This was the beginning of the change.
Now that the change had begun, the Three Companions were able to initiate them more and more deeply into the mysteries of Ichcha. The Cards gradually became aware that life was not bound by regulations. They began to feel a secret satisfaction in the kingly power of choosing for themselves.
But with this first impact of Ichcha the whole pack of cards began to totter slowly, and then tumble down to the ground. The scene was like that of some huge python awaking from a long sleep, as it slowly unfolds its numberless coils with a quiver that runs through its whole frame.
V
Hitherto the Queens of Spades and Clubs and Diamonds and Hearts had remained behind curtains with eyes that gazed vacantly into space, or else remained fixed upon the ground.
And now, all of a sudden, on an afternoon in spring the Queen of Hearts from the balcony raised her dark eyebrows for a moment, and cast a single glance upon the Prince from the corner of her eye.
‘Great God,’ cried the Prince, ‘I thought they were all painted images. But I am wrong. They are women after all.’
Then the young Prince called to his side his two Companions, and said in a meditative voice, ‘My comrades! There is a charm about these ladies that I never noticed before. When I saw that glance of the Queen’s dark, luminous eyes, brightening with new emotion, it seemed to me like the first faint streak of dawn in a newly created world.’
The two Companions smiled a knowing smile, and said: ‘Is that really so, Prince?’
And the poor Queen of Hearts from that day went from bad to worse. She began to forget all rules in a truly scandalous manner. If, for instance, her place in the row was beside the Knave, she suddenly found herself quite accidentally standing beside the Prince instead. At this, the Knave, with motionless face and solemn voice, would say: ‘Queen, you have made a mistake.’
And the poor Queen of Hearts’ red cheeks would get redder than ever. But the Prince would come gallantly to her rescue and say: ‘No! There is no mistake. From to-day I am going to be Knave!’
Now it came to pass that, while every one was trying to correct the improprieties of the guilty Queen of Hearts, they began to make mistakes themselves. The Aces found themselves elbowed out by the Kings. The Kings got muddled up with the Knaves. The Nines and Tens assumed airs as though they belonged to the Great Court Cards. The Twos and Threes were found secretly taking the places specially reserved for the Fours and Fives. Confusion had never been so confounded before.