10.  If the beetle had not gone straight up the tower, what do you think would have happened?

CHAPTER VI

After embracing his wife and thanking her for saving him, the vizier said to her:  “Before we return home, let us give thanks to the great God who helped me in my need by putting into my head the device by which I escaped.”  The happy pair then prostrated themselves on the ground, and in fervent words of gratitude expressed their sense of what the God they worshipped had done for them.  “And now,” said Dhairya-Sila, “the next thing we have to do is to take the dear little beetle which was the instrument of my rescue back to the place it came from.”  And taking off his turban, he showed his wife the tiny creature lying in the soft folds.

Buddhi-Mati led her husband to the garden where she had found the beetle, and Dhairya-Sila laid it tenderly on the ground, fetched some food for it, such as he knew it loved, and there left it to take up its old way of life.  The rest of the day he spent quietly in his own home with his wife, keeping out of sight of his servants, lest they should report his return to his master.  “You must never breathe a word to any one of how I escaped,” Dhairya-Sila said, and his wife promised that she never would.

11.  When the vizier got this promise, what did he forget which could betray how he got down from the tower, if any one went to look at it?

12.  Do you think there was any need for the vizier to tell his wife to keep his secret?

CHAPTER VII

All this time the Raja was feeling very unhappy, for he thought he had himself caused the death of the one man he could trust.  He was too proud to let anybody know that he missed Dhairya-Sila, and was longing to send for him from the tower before it was too late.  What then was his relief and surprise when a message was brought to him that the vizier was at the door of the palace and begged for an interview.

“Bring him in at once,” cried Surya Pratap.  And the next moment Dhairya-Sila stood before his master, his hands folded on his breast and his head bent in token of his submission.  The attendants looked on, eager to know how he had got down from the tower, some of them anything but glad to see him back.  The Raja took care not to show how delighted he was to see him, and pretending to be angry, he said: 

“How dare you come into my presence, and which of my subjects has ventured to help you to escape the death on the tower you so richly deserved?”