The Wonderful Ring

When a certain king died he left his wealth to two sons. The younger flung money about so freely that the elder insisted they split the inheritance. Once he held his own share, the younger brother emptied it in no time.

Quite broke, hungry, weary, and ashamed, he asked his patient wife for anything she still kept in the house. She cried and offered her last small jewel. He sold it for four pounds and went out to seek luck on the road.

First he met a man with a cat and paid a full golden pound for it, calling the price a bargain. Next he bought a dog the same way, then a parrot, each time handing over a sovereign with delight. His last pound bought a snake from a wandering jogi. Now he owned four creatures and no coins at all.

He tried to earn bread by hard work, but princely soft hands tired fast. The snake took pity and offered to lead him to its father’s underground court, where kindness in rescuing it from the jogi might be repaid. Fearless, the young man agreed at once, glad of any path that promised rest from day labour. Outside the serpent halls his companion slipped in first to announce him, then whispered a private tip: when gifts were offered, ask only for the ring on the snake-king’s finger.

Three times the serpent father pressed rewards of treasure. Three times the guest said he lacked nothing. On the third ask he named the ring as a keepsake. The snake-king’s face darkened; only his spoken promise stopped him from blasting the bold visitor to ash. He surrendered the ring and ordered them gone.

On the road, turning the plain band in his fingers, the young man grumbled that a sack of gold would have been wiser than this scrap of metal. The snake explained the secret: clear a square of ground, plaster it like a shrine, set the ring in the middle, sprinkle buttermilk, then speak a wish—and the wish arrives. Hungry, he tried it. Sweetmeats filled a dish on the plastered square. He ate and walked toward a distant city.

At the gate heralds cried a royal challenge: raise a golden palace with golden stairs overnight in mid-sea and win half the realm plus the princess; fail and lose your head. Many had failed already. The spendthrift strode to court and volunteered. The king warned him, even showed a necklace of skulls from earlier suitors. Unshaken, he smiled at the necklace of skulls and asked only to be locked under guard until dawn so no one could accuse him of flight.

Guards muttered he was mad when he slept through the night. At first light he plastered his square, set the ring, sprinkled buttermilk, and named a golden sea-palace with golden stairs. Sunrise flashed on new walls in the water. Courtiers gaped; the king kept his word and offered marriage and half the kingdom. The builder refused both—he would keep only the palace he had wished into being. Yet when the princess was sent across to him and he saw her face, pride melted. He softened, married her under royal blessing, and they settled happily in the glittering house on the waves, dog and cat and parrot sharing their quiet days.

Between hunts the golden palace gleamed like a second sun on the water. Fishermen pointed from the shore each morning; courtiers still murmured about the grim necklace of failed heads and about the one bold suitor who had calmly slept through his entire trial night. The princess learned each of the animals’ names by heart and fed the brightly coloured parrot sweet fruit from her own dish, never guessing how soon loneliness would make her trust a stranger’s auntly tears.

Hunting days he took the dog; the cat and parrot stayed to cheer his wife. One afternoon he found her melancholic. She longed, she said, to be gold herself through the same ring that built their home. To please her he wished it so, and she became a golden princess.

Combing her shining hair, she pulled two long golden strands. Wishing not to waste them, she curled them in a cup of green leaves and set the cup adrift. Currents carried it to a washerman’s shore. He bore the hairs to his king; the king’s son, dazzled, collapsed in theatrical despair on a filthy cot, refusing food until he could marry the woman who owned such hair—or die.

Ministers urged a wise woman be hired. She bargained for any reward she named, then fitted a golden barge with a silk cradle on silk ropes and drilled four rowers: oars stop when her finger rises, race when it falls. They followed the drift-line until the sea-palace shone ahead. Finger up—oars idle—she swept inside, hailed the golden princess as a long-lost niece, kissed her brow in the kin-greeting, and spun a tearful exile tale. Lonely for company, the princess believed and invited her to stay.

Idle talk turned to the ring. How did they live without servants? How did the husband come and go? The princess explained the buttermilk rite and the wish-ring worn night and day. The false aunt grew solemn: what if harm found him on the hunt and left her stranded? Fear took root. That evening the princess begged to guard the ring while he rode out. Next morning he left it in her care.

Knowing she held it, the wise woman coaxed her down the golden stairs to admire the barge and cradle. A “tiny sail,” she urged. Once the princess lay in the silk cradle the aunt’s finger dropped; rowers shot away. Pleas met laughter and blows. In the far capital drums celebrated a golden bride for the lovesick prince—yet she would not even look at him for six months. If her true husband failed to claim her by then, she might consider another match. The prince agreed with a thin smile, privately sure that six months was short, and that any true husband who appeared could be quietly killed before claims grew awkward.

Back at the empty sea-palace the spendthrift called up the stairs and heard only the parrot: the so-called aunt had stolen his wife in a golden boat. He fainted with grief. When he could stand, the parrot promised news and flew, city after city, until golden hair flashed below. Beside the captive princess it asked for the ring. She wept harder—the thief slept with the ring under her tongue. The cat, who had come along, offered a plan: beg rice for supper, scatter grains at the rat-hole, and leave the rest to claw and wing.

Rice was served; grains fell by the hole; both women slept. Rats crept out to feast. The cat seized the longest-tailed rat and thrust that tail up the snoring wise woman’s nose. A violent sneeze flung the ring onto the floor. The parrot snatched it and raced over the sea. The prince plastered his square, set the ring, sprinkled buttermilk, and cried for his wife. She stood before him again, radiant as first light on the water, the golden palace firm around them and the animals chattering with joy all around them—the long theft undone at last, and the buttermilk ring warm again in his grateful palm.

Where this story comes from

“The Wonderful Ring” is in Flora Annie Steel’s Tales of the Punjab (1894; Project Gutenberg ebook 6145). Spendthrift coins buy four animals; a serpent ring raises a sea-palace; a false aunt steals a golden bride until parrot, cat, and rats sneeze the ring free.

Read the original: Tales of the Punjab (Project Gutenberg)

Reading guidance: For mature readers. This version includes a necklace of executed suitors’ skulls, abduction, blows, coercive marriage plans and threats of murder.

A closer reading

The first wife supplies the last resource, but the tale follows the young man’s later marriage and does not tell us what becomes of her. That omission matters when judging his good fortune. Buying the animals also costs the household all its remaining money; their later help creates a fairy-tale repayment, not a guarantee that an impulsive purchase will repair financial harm.

The false aunt succeeds by noticing a real vulnerability: the princess is isolated when her husband hunts. She turns a reasonable concern about safety into a reason to transfer the ring, then uses the promise of companionship to abduct her. The princess’s wish for company is not the wrong; the deception and force are.

The rescue divides work among creatures with different abilities. The parrot finds the captive, the princess supplies information and rice, and the cat makes the thief release the hidden ring. Possessing a wish-object is not sufficient while it is elsewhere: practical cooperation has to recover it before magic can complete the return.

Try this with the story

Build a rescue map showing each participant’s information or action. Then identify the first wife’s contribution at the beginning and discuss how the ending might acknowledge her without pretending the existing story already does so.

Talk about it

• What four animals does he buy with the jewel-money?
• What rite makes the ring grant a wish?
• How do parrot, cat, and rats recover the ring?

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