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Long, long ago, there lived on the Khasi Hills a certain widow with her only son, a lad possessed of great personal beauty, who was mentally deficient and was known in the village as “U Bieit” (the idiot).

Being very poor and having neither kith nor kin to help her, the mother was obliged to go out to work every day to support herself and her hapless child, so he was left to his own devices, roaming at large in the village. In this way, he grew up to be very troublesome to his neighbours, for he often broke into their houses to forage for something to eat and caused much damage and loss.

Like most people of weak intellect, U Bieit showed wonderful cunning in some directions, especially in procuring some good thing to eat. The way he succeeded in duping some of his more sagacious comrades in order to obtain some dainty tit-bits of food was a matter of much amusement and merriment. But there were so many unpleasant incidents that people could not safely leave their houses, and matters, at last, became so serious that the widow was ordered to leave the village on his account.

She sought admission into many of the surrounding villages, but the fame of U Bieit had travelled before him, and no one was willing to let them dwell in their midst. So in great distress, she took him down to the plains, where there was a big river along which many boats used to sail. Here she mournfully determined to abandon him, hoping that some of the wealthy merchants who often passed that way might be attracted by his good looks and take him into their company. She gave him some rice cakes to eat when he should be hungry and told him to be a good boy and stay by the river-side, and she would bring him more cakes the next day.

The boy thoroughly appreciated the promise of more cakes, so was quite willing to be left by the river, but he felt lonely and uncomfortable in his strange surroundings after his mother had gone, and whenever a boat came in sight, he ran into the thickets to hide. By and by, a large ship was seen approaching with great white sails, which frightened him greatly and sent him running into a thicket with all his might. It happened that a wealthy merchant was returning from a journey and landed to take food close to the hiding-place of U Bieit. The servants were going back and forth into the boat while preparing their master’s food, and, fearing lest some of them might tamper with his chest of gold nuggets, he ordered them to carry it ashore and buried it in the sands close to where he sat.

Just as he finished his repast, a heavy shower came on, and the merchant hurried to the shelter of his boat. In his haste, he forgot all about the chest of gold buried in the sands, and the ship sailed away without it.

All this time, the idiot boy was watching the proceedings with great curiosity and a longing to share the tempting meal, but fear of the boat with white sails kept him from showing himself. However, as soon as the ship was out of sight, he came out of the thicket and began to unearth the buried chest. When he saw the gold nuggets, he thought they were some kind of cakes, and, putting one in his mouth, he tried to eat it. Finding it so hard, he decided that it must have been unbaked. His poor marred mind flew at once to his mother, who always baked food for him at home, and, taking the heavy chest on his back, he started through the forest to seek her. His instinct, like that of a homing pigeon, brought him straight to his mother’s door.

It was quite dark when he reached the village so that nobody saw him, but his mother was awake crying and lamenting her own hard fate, which had driven her to desert her unfortunate child. As she cried, she kept saying to herself that if only she possessed money, she could have obtained the goodwill of her neighbours and been permitted to live with her boy in the village. She was surprised to hear sounds of shuffling at her door resembling the shuffling of her forsaken boy. She hurriedly got up to see who it was and was relieved and joyful to find him come back to her alive.

She marvelled when she saw him carrying a heavy chest on his shoulders and could get but little light from his incoherent speech as to how he had obtained possession of it, but her eyes glittered with delight when she saw that it was full of gold nuggets. She allowed the lad to keep his delusion that they were cakes, and to pacify him, she took some rice and made some savoury cakes for him, pretending that she was baking the strange cakes from the chest. After eating these, he went to sleep satisfied and happy.

Now the widow had been longing for gold all her life long, saying that she wanted it to provide better comforts for the son who could not look after himself, but the moment the gold came into her possession, her heart was filled with greed. Not only was she not willing to part with any of the nuggets to obtain the favour of the villagers for her son, but she was planning to send him abroad again to search for more gold, regardless of the perils to which he would be exposed. She called him up before daybreak, and, giving him some rice cakes in a bag, she told him to go again to the river-side and to bring home more boxes of cakes for her to bake.

So the boy started out on his fruitless errand but soon lost his way in the jungle. He could find the path neither to the river nor to his mother’s house, so he wandered about disconsolate and hungry in the dense woods, searching for hidden chests and unbaked cakes.

In that forest, many fairies had their haunts, but they were invisible to mankind. They knew all about the idiot boy and his sad history. A great pity welled up in their hearts when they saw how the lust for gold had so corrupted his mother’s feelings that she sent him alone and unprotected into the dangers of that great forest. They determined to try and induce him to accompany them to the land of the fairies, where he would be guarded against all harm and where willing hands would look after all his wants.

So seven of the fairies transformed themselves into the likeness of mankind and put on strong wings like the wings of great eagles and came to meet U Bieit in the jungle. By this time, he had become exhausted with want of food, and as soon as he saw the fairies, he called out eagerly to ask if they had any food. They had only some Hyndet bread (kpu Hyndet) which had been baked by the fairies in heaven, and when they gave him some of it, he ate it ravenously and held out his hand for more. This was just what the fairies wanted, for no human being can be taken to fairyland except of his own free will. So they said that they had no more to give in that place, but if he liked to come with them to the land of the fairies beyond the Blue Realm, he could have an abundance of choice food and Hyndet cakes. He expressed his readiness to go at once and asked them how he should get there. They told him to take hold of their wings, cling firmly, and not talk on the way. So he took hold of the wings of the fairies, and the ascent to fairyland began.

Now, as they flew upwards, many beautiful sights gave the fairies great delight as they passed. They saw the glories of the highest mountains, and the endless expanse of forest and waters, and the fleeting shadows of the clouds, and the brilliant colours of the rainbow, dazzling in their transient beauty. But the idiot boy saw nothing of these things; his simple mind was absorbed in the one thought—food. When they had ascended to a great height, and the borders of fairyland came into view, U Bieit could no longer repress his curiosity, and, forgetting all about the caution not to speak, he asked the fairies eagerly, “Will the Hyndet cakes be big?” As soon as he uttered the words, he lost his hold on the fairies’ wings and, falling to the earth with great velocity, he died.

The Khasis relate this story mainly as a warning not to impose responsible duties on persons incapable of performing them and not to raise people into high positions which they are not fitted to fill.

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