door of that chamber in order to find out what he was about.  And Harisarman, who was alone inside, was at that very moment blaming his own tongue, that had made a vain assumption of knowledge.  He said:  “Oh, tongue, what is this that you have done through your greediness?  Wicked one, you will soon receive punishment in full.”  When Jihva heard this, she thought, in her terror, that she had been discovered by this wise man, and she managed to get in where he was, and, falling at his feet, she said to the supposed wizard:  “Brahman, here I am, that Jihva whom you have discovered to be the thief of the treasure, and after I took it I buried it in the earth in a garden behind the palace, under a pomegranate tree.  So spare me, and receive the small quantity of gold which is in my possession.”

When Harisarman heard that, he said to her proudly:  “Depart, I know all this; I know the past, present, and future, but I will not denounce you, a miserable creature that has implored my protection.  But whatever gold is in your possession you must give back to me.”  When he said this to the maid, she consented, and departed quickly.  But Harisarman reflected in his astonishment:  “Fate brings about, as if in sport, things impossible; for, when calamity was so near, who would have thought chance would have brought us success?  While I was blaming my jihva, the thief Jihva suddenly flung herself at my feet.  Secret crimes manifest themselves by means of fear.”  Thus thinking, he passed the night happily in the chamber.  And in the morning he brought the King, by some skilful parade of pretended knowledge, into the garden and led him up to the treasure, which was buried under the pomegranate tree, and said the thief had escaped with a part of it.  Then the King was pleased, and gave him the revenue of many villages.

But the minister, named Devajnanin, whispered in the King’s ear:  “How can a man possess such knowledge unattainable by men without having studied the books of magic?  You may be certain that this is a specimen of the way he makes a dishonest livelihood, by having a secret intelligence with thieves.  It will be much better to test him by some new artifice.”  Then the King of his own accord brought a covered pitcher into which he had thrown a frog, and said to Harisarman:  “Brahman, if you can guess what there is in this pitcher, I will do you great honor to-day.”  When the Brahman Harisarman heard that, he thought that his last hour had come, and he called to mind the pet name of “Froggie,” which his father had given him in his childhood in sport; and, impelled by luck, he called to himself by his pet name, lamenting his hard fate, and suddenly called out:  “This is a fine pitcher for you, Froggie; it will soon become the swift destroyer of your helpless self.”  The people there, when they heard him say that, raised a shout of applause, because his speech chimed in so well with the object presented to him, and murmured:  “Ah! a great sage; he knows even about the frog!” Then the King, thinking that this was all due to knowledge of divination, was highly delighted, and gave Harisarman the revenue of more villages, with gold, an umbrella, and state carriages of all kinds.  So Harisarman prospered in the world.