The Wonderful Child
"It is true," said Kengi, "that I am with child, but never you mind. When the child is born, you will see that it is his."
"How can it be when he has been gone so long?" rejoined Gunga.
Now when the child was born, it carried with it a handful of hair. And all the people marvelled. Then the child spoke and said: "This is the work of God."
And the people ran away, they were so much afraid. And when the child grew up, he went into the woods to hunt elephants. And all this time the father had not returned.
One day the child killed an elephant and came to tell his mother of his good fortune. They called the princes together, and then they went and cut up the elephant and divided it among the people. Then the people said that he was a good child.
And now the father returned, and Kengi was afraid, and prayed Gunga not to tell him that the child was his.
"No, I will not, Kengi," said Gunga, "but the boy himself will."
And when the father came the boy went up to him and said: "Father, give me your hand."
"Nay, child, I know thee not. If I am thy father, tell me, child, when did I give thee birth, and by whom?"
And the people all said: "He is your son by Kengi."
"Nay, I left Kengi well."
Then the son sings: "Now am I indeed dead and become a bird."
And hearing this, the father took his son to his heart, and gave him a wife, and made him chief over many towns.