The King's Counselor

The King's Counselor

For many years, a counselor served at the court of a king. Everyone considered him very wise. He could untangle a difficult quarrel, find a way through a hard problem, and tell the ruler the truth even when others preferred to be silent. The king valued his advice. His friends respected him. His wife cared for him. It seemed he had everything he could want. But one evening the counselor began to wonder. “Everyone says they value me,” he thought. “But how do I know how sincere they are? What would happen if I made a grave mistake?” The thought would not leave him alone. Instead of simply speaking with the people close to him, he decided to put them to a test. The king had a favourite goat. She lived in the palace garden, wore a little silver bell around her neck, and came to the king every morning for an apple. The counselor was responsible for seeing that she was well cared for. One day he asked the cook to take the goat quietly to his brother in a neighbouring village, where she would be looked after safely. That evening the counselor went home and told his wife, “Something terrible has happened. I took the king’s goat without permission. Tell no one.” His wife turned pale. “Why did you do that?” “Do not ask. Just keep the secret.” The next morning there was an uproar at the palace. The goat was nowhere to be found. The king was angry. “Whoever finds where she has gone will receive a great reward!” he announced. The news reached the counselor’s wife. She paced through the rooms, unable to settle. “If I keep silent,” she thought, “the matter may become worse. But if I speak, my husband will think I have betrayed him.” At last, fear overcame her. She went to the palace. “Your Majesty,” she said, “I do not know all the circumstances, but my husband told me yesterday that he had taken your goat. I have not come for a reward. I am only afraid that silence will make matters worse.” The king summoned the counselor. “Is this true?” he asked. “It is true that the goat is not in the palace at present,” the counselor replied. “And do you know where she is?” “I do.” “Then why have you said nothing?” The counselor was about to explain his plan, but the king was too angry. “I trusted you more than anyone, and you chose to play with my trust. Leave the court and do not return until I send for you.” So the wise counselor found himself in exile. His friends helped him settle in a neighbouring land. One brought warm clothes, another gave him money for the journey, and a third found him a quiet house. “We do not approve of what you did,” they told him. “But we will not abandon you in trouble.” The counselor listened and thought, “I wanted to learn who valued me. Instead, I put everyone in a place where they had to choose between one bad thing and another.” Time passed. Without his old counselor, the king found the kingdom harder to govern. Two towns could not agree about sharing river water. Merchants argued about taxes. A neighbouring ruler sent a letter with such tricky conditions that the court advisers debated it for hours and could reach no agreement. One evening the king said wearily, “For the sake of one goat, I sent away the person who had helped me solve problems for years. I was angry, and I did not even hear him out.” The counselor’s friends looked at one another. “Your Majesty, if you are ready to listen calmly, we can ask him to come.” “Ask him,” said the king. A few days later the counselor returned to the palace. And with him walked the very same goat, with the silver bell around her neck. Jingle, jingle. The king rose from his throne. “She is alive and well!” “Yes,” said the counselor. “I hid her in a safe place. I wanted to see how people would behave if everyone thought I had done wrong.” The king was silent for a long time. “And what did you learn?” he asked. The counselor sighed. “First of all, I learned that I myself acted foolishly. I wanted to test trust with a deception. My wife was frightened and told the truth as she understood it. My friends did not excuse me, but they helped me when I was left alone. And you, Your Majesty, punished me without hearing the whole story.” The king frowned, then nodded. “So all of us made mistakes?” “A little,” said the counselor with a smile. “But the greatest mistake was mine. Trust should not be tested with a trap. If you want to know what someone close to you thinks, speak to them directly.” “And what about a ruler?” asked the king. “A ruler must listen even when he is very angry. Anger likes a verdict that arrives sooner than the truth.” The king thought for a while. “Well said. Will you return to the council?” “I will, if we both remember this story.” “It is agreed.” The king asked for an apple and held it out to the goat. She crunched a bite and rang her little bell with delight. Jingle, jingle. Everyone laughed. After that, the counselor never again arranged secret tests for his friends or family. And the king made a rule: before punishing anyone, he would listen from beginning to end. People say that from then on there were fewer loud quarrels in that kingdom, and more conversations after which people truly understood one another. And the little silver bell reminded everyone at court of one simple thing for many years: trust does not love traps, and justice does not love haste.

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