Wouldn’t it be great if we always knew the right time to begin everything, the right people to listen to, and avoid also? Above all, wouldn’t it be mind-blowing to always know the most important thing to do and say? We’d never fail in anything we undertook. That’s a utopian dream we all must have had at least once in our lives.
A king, sitting at a position where any misstep can bring him and his kingdom irreversible harm, always wondered about this too. He too wanted to know the right thing to do. And so, he proclaimed throughout his kingdom,
“I’d give a big reward to any one who’d teach me what was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary people, and how I might know what was the most important thing to do.”
Many learned men came to him, but they all answered his questions differently.
In reply to the first question, some said that to know the right time for every action, one must draw up in advance, a table of days, months and years, and must live strictly according to it. Only then, said they, could everything be done at its proper time.
Others told that it was impossible to decide beforehand the right time for every action; but that, not letting oneself be absorbed in idle pastimes, one should always attend to all that was going on, and then do what was most needful.
One even diplomatically said, “However attentive the King might be to what was going on, it was impossible for one man to decide correctly the right time for every action. So you (the king) should have a Council of wise men, who could help you fix the proper time for everything.”
But then again his words were also countered. Some said that there were certain things which could not wait to be laid before a Council, things that the king would have to decide for at once. And to do that, he must know beforehand what was going to happen.
So you see, everyone made it look like that it is only magicians who can know everything.
Equally various were the answers to the second question. Some said, the people the King most needed were his councilors; others, the priests; others, the doctors; while some said the warriors were the most necessary.
To the third question, as to what was the most important occupation–some replied that it was science while others claimed that it was skill in warfare or religious worship.
Since the answers were so different and seemed unconvincing, the King did not reward any one. However, his desire to find the right answers was still burning and so, he decided to consult a hermit, widely renowned for his wisdom.
The hermit lived in a wood which he never quit, and he received none but common folk. So the King put on simple clothes, and before reaching the hermit’s cell dismounted from his horse, and, leaving his body-guard behind, went on alone.
When the King approached, the hermit was digging the ground in front of his hut. Seeing the King, he greeted him and went on digging. The hermit was frail and weak, and each time he stuck his spade into the ground and turned a little earth, he breathed heavily.
The King went up to him and said, “I have come to you, wise hermit, to ask you to answer three questions: How can I learn to do the right thing at the right time? Who are the people I most need, and to whom should I, therefore, pay more attention than to the rest? And, what affairs are the most important, and need my first attention?”
The hermit listened to the King, but answered nothing. He just spat on his hand and recommenced digging.
“You are tired,” said the King, “let me take the spade and work a while for you.”
“Thanks!” said the hermit, and, giving the spade to the King, he sat down on the ground.
When he had dug two beds, the King stopped and repeated his questions. The hermit again gave no answer, but rose, stretched out his hand for the spade, and said,
“Now rest awhile-and let me work a bit.”
But the King did not give him the spade, and continued to dig. One hour passed, and another. The sun began to sink behind the trees, and the King at last stuck the spade into the ground, and said, “I came to you, wise man, for an answer to my questions. If you can give me none, tell me so, and I will return home.”
“Here comes some one running,” said the hermit, “let us see who it is.”
The King turned round, and saw a bearded man come running out of the wood. The man held his hands pressed against his stomach, and blood was flowing from under them. When he reached the King, he fell fainting on the ground, moaning feebly.
The King and the hermit unfastened the man’s clothing. There was a large wound in his stomach. The King washed it as best he could, and bandaged it with his handkerchief and with a towel the hermit had. But the blood would not stop flowing, and the King again and again removed the bandage soaked with warm blood, and washed and re-bandaged the wound.
When at last the blood ceased flowing, the man revived and asked for something to drink. The King brought fresh water and gave it to him.
Meanwhile the sun had set, and it had become cool. So the King, with the hermit’s help, carried the wounded man into the hut and laid him on the bed. Lying on the bed the man closed his eyes and was quiet; but the King was so tired with his walk and with the work he had done, that he crouched down on the threshold, and also fell asleep–so soundly that he slept all through the short summer night.
When he awoke in the morning, it was long before he could remember where he was, or who was the strange bearded man lying on the bed and gazing intently at him with shining eyes.
“Forgive me!” said the bearded man in a weak voice, when he saw that the King was awake and was looking at him.
“I do not know you, and have nothing to forgive you for,” said the King.
“You do not know me, but I know you. I am that enemy of yours who swore to revenge himself on you, because you executed his brother and seized his property. I knew you had gone alone to see the hermit, and I resolved to kill you on your way back. But the day passed and you did not return. So I came out from my ambush to find you, and I came upon your bodyguard, and they recognized me, and wounded me. I escaped from them, but should have bled to death had you not dressed my wound. I wished to kill you, and you have saved my life. Now, if I live, and if you wish it, I will serve you as your most faithful slave, and will bid my sons do the same. Forgive me!”
The King was very glad to have made peace with his enemy so easily, and to have gained him for a friend, and he not only forgave him, but said he would send his servants and his own physician to attend him, and promised to restore his property.
Having taken leave of the wounded man, the King went out into the porch and looked around for the hermit. Before going away he wished once more to beg an answer to the questions he had put. The hermit was outside, on his knees, sowing seeds in the beds that had been dug the day before.
The King approached him, and said, “For the last time, I pray you to answer my questions, wise man.”
Still crouching on his thin legs, the hermit looked up at the King and said, “You have already been answered!”
“How answered? What do you mean?” asked the King.
“Do you not see?” replied the hermit, “If you had not pitied my weakness yesterday, and had not dug those beds for me, but had gone your way, that man would have attacked you, and you would have repented of not having stayed with me. So the most important time was when you were digging the beds, and I was the most important man, and to do me good was your most important business.”
“Afterward when that man ran to us, the most important time was when you were attending to him, for if you had not bound up his wounds he would have died without having made peace with you. So he was the most important man, and what you did for him was your most important business.” he continued,
“Remember then–there is only one time that is important–Now! It is the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power. The most necessary man is he with whom you are, for no man knows whether he will ever have dealings with anyone else. And the most important affair is, to do him good, because for that purpose alone was man sent into this life!”
The feeling you have now, is exactly the same feeling with which the King returned back to his palace. We have indeed answered the three questions that are most important in life.
P.S: If it had not been for the emails I received from a splendid short story service, Morning Short, I’d have never come across this side of Tolstoy. I thank them wholeheartedly for allowing me to rephrase certain sections of this story and publishing it on my blog.