On the
fixed day, people gathered to see Birbal go to heaven.
Birbal went
and stood on the pile of hay. As the hay was put on fire, Birbal quickly
slipped into the tunnel under the hay and ran home safety.
For six
months, he hid in his house and did not meet anyone. He let his hair and beard
grow.
His enemies
rejoiced for they were happy to get rid of the clever Birbal.
After six months,
Birbal left his house and went to the Emperor's court.
Akbar was
very happy to have Birbal back safe and sound.
He welcomed
Birbal and said, "How nice that you could go yo heaven. Did you meet my
ancestors?"
"Yes I
did, Your Majesty," said Birbal. "Tell me, how are they all? Are they
comfortable in heaven?" asked Akbar.
"Yes,
you're Majesty. They are really happy there and have no problems, except
one," said Birabal.
"What
is that? I will see to it that their problem is solved immediately," said
Akbar.
"My
Lord, there is no Barbar in the heaven. All your ancestors want you to do
something about it," said Birbal.
"What
do they want?" asked Akbar.
"They
want a barber to be sent to cut their hair and give them a shave," said
Birbal.
"But
whom can I send?" asked Akbar.
Birbal
said, "Your Majesty, your own barber would be the best to send."
Akbar
ordered the royal barber to be burnt with hay just as Birbl.
The scared
barber fell at Akbar's feet crying, "Mercy, Your Majesty. Don't burn me. I
will die."
Birbal
said, "NO, you won't die. See I have come back from heaven."
The barber
said, "I don't know how you came back but I will certainly be burnt to
death. My Lord, I was forced to do this by Birbal's enemies."
Akbar was
very angry and said, "No one can force a person to do anything bad. I
think you just die all this for money."
Akbar then
punished the two courtiers and the barber. The whole court applauded Birbal for
his clever thinking.
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