Overcoming Obstacles

There was once an extraordinary conflict, and the Ruler had a large number of troopers, yet he gave them so little compensation that they couldn't live on it. Then three of them consulted, not entirely settling on abandonment.

One of them shared with the others, 'Assuming we are gotten, we will be held tight the hangman's tree; how might we set about it?' The other said, 'Do you see that enormous cornfield there? If we somehow managed to conceal ourselves in that, nobody could track us down. The military can't come into it, and to-morrow it is to walk on.' They crawled into the corn, yet the military didn't walk on; they remained settled close around them. They sat for two days and two evenings in the corn and developed so much eagerness that they almost passed on; if they somehow happened to branch out, it was sure demise. They said finally, 'What use was it for our abandoning? We should die here pitiably.'

While they were talking, a searing winged serpent came flying through the air. It drifted close to them and inquired as to why they were concealed there. They replied, 'We are three warriors and have abandoned ourselves in light of the fact that our compensation was so little. Presently, assuming we stay here, we will pass on from hunger, and on the off chance that we move out, we will be hung on the scaffold.' 'Assuming that you will serve me for a considerable length of time,' said the winged serpent, I will lead you through the middle of the military so nobody will get you.' 'We must choose between limited options and should accept your deal, they said. Then, at that point, the mythical beast held onto them in his hooks, took them through the air over the military, and put them down on the earth far from it.

He gave them a little whip, saying, 'Whip and cut with this, and as much cash as you need will hop up before you. You can then live as extraordinary rulers, keep ponies, and drive about in carriages. However, after seven years, you are mine.' Then, at that point, he put a book before them, which he made every one of them sign. 'I will then give you a puzzle,' he said; 'on the off chance that you get it, you will be free and out of my power.' The winged serpent then took off, and they traveled on with their little whip. They had as much cash as they needed, wore stupendous garments, and advanced into the world. Anywhere they went, they resided in fun and wonder, drove about with ponies and carriages, ate and drank, but did nothing out of sorts.

The time elapsed rapidly, and when the seven years were almost finished, two of them became horrendously restless and terrified, however, the third downplayed it, saying, 'Don't be apprehensive, siblings, I'm not that gullible; I will figure the conundrum.' They went into a field, plunked down, and the two pulled disappointed looks. An elderly person cruised by and asked them for what reason they were so miserable. 'Goodness! What have you to do with it? You can't help us.' 'Who knows?' she replied. 'Just trust your difficulty in me.' Then they told her that they had turned into the workers of the Mythical beast for seven long years and how he had given them cash as copiously as blackberries; yet as they had marked their names, they were his, except if when the seven years had passed they could figure out a conundrum. The elderly person said, 'On the off chance that you would help yourselves, one of you should go into the wood, and there he will happen upon a tumble-down working of rocks that seems to be a little house. He should go in, and there he will track down help.' The two despairing ones believed, 'That won't save us!' and they remained where they were. Yet the third and cheerful one hopped up and went into the woods until he tracked down the stone cabin. In the hovel sat an exceptionally elderly person, who was the Mythical serpent's grandma. She asked him how he came and what his business was there. He let her all know that occurred, and in light of the fact that she was satisfied with him, she took sympathy on him and said she would help him. She lifted up a huge stone that lay over the basement, saying, 'Conceal yourself there; you can hear all that is spoken here. Just stand by and don't mix. At the point when the Winged serpent comes, I will ask him what the enigma is, for he lets me know everything; then listen cautiously what he replies.' At 12 PM, the Mythical beast flew in and requested his dinner. His grandma laid the table and brought out food and drink till he was fulfilled, and they ate and drank together. Then, at that point, over the discussion, she asked him what he had done in the day and the number of spirits he had won. 'I haven't had a lot of karma to-day,' he said, but I have a tight hang on three warriors.'

'To be sure! Three officers!' said she. 'Who can't get away from you?' 'They are mine,' addressed the Winged serpent contemptuously, 'for I will just give them one enigma which they will always be unable to figure.'

'What kind of a puzzle is it?' she inquired. 'I will let you know this. In the North Ocean lies a dead ocean feline — that will be their dish meat; the rib of a whale — that will be their silver spoon; and the empty foot of a dead pony — that will be their wineglass.' When the Winged serpent had headed to sleep, his old grandma hauled up the stone and let out the fighter.

'Did you focus on everything?' 'Yes,' he answered, 'I know enough and can help myself marvelously.'

Then, at that point, he went one more way through the window, subtly, and in all flurry back to his confidants. He let them know how the Mythical serpent had been outmaneuvered by his grandma and how he had heard from his own lips the response to the question.

Then they were undeniably happy and cheerful, took out their whip, and broke such a lot of cash that it came hopping up from the beginning. Whenever the seven years had almost gone by, the Rascal accompanied his book and, pointing at the marks, said, 'I will take you underground with me; you will have a dinner there. On the off chance that you can let me know what you will get for your dish meat, you will be free and will likewise keep the whip.'

Then, at that point, said the main fighter, 'In the North Ocean lies a dead ocean feline; that will be the dish meat.' The Mythical serpent was highly irritated, murmured and hawed a fair setup, and asked the second, 'However, what will be your spoon?' 'The rib of a whale will be our silver spoon.' The Winged serpent scowled and snarled again multiple times, 'Murmur, murmur, murmur,' and shared with the third, 'Do you have at least some idea what your wineglass will be?'

'An old pony's foot will be our wineglass.' Then the Winged serpent took off with an uproarious screech and had no more control over them. Be that as it may, the three fighters took the little whip, whipped as much cash as they needed, and lived joyfully to their lives end.