Wise Marcela

Wise Marcela

Long ago in the Philippines, there lived a man who served at the king's court. He was honest and hardworking, but the person he was proudest of was his daughter, Marcela. Marcela had been curious from the time she was small. She loved riddles, noticed contradictions quickly, and was never afraid to say, “That does not seem fair.” If an order sounded foolish, she did not argue merely for the pleasure of arguing. Instead, she asked one precise question, and very often that was enough to make everyone see the problem. Eventually, stories of her cleverness reached the palace. “One hears marvelous things about my servant's daughter,” the king said one day. “Let us see whether she is truly as clever as people claim.” He summoned a messenger, placed a tiny bird in his hands, and said, “Take this to Marcela. Tell her she must prepare twelve separate dishes from this one little bird.” The messenger found Marcela sewing beside a window. “An order from the king,” he announced solemnly. “You are to make twelve dishes from this bird.” Marcela looked at the bird, then at the messenger, and finally pulled a slender sewing pin from her work. “Please take this back to His Majesty,” she said. “If he can make twelve spoons from this one pin, I will make twelve dishes from one tiny bird.” The messenger returned to the palace. The king turned the pin between his fingers and burst out laughing. “Very well. One point for Marcela.” But he was not ready to give up. The next morning a sheep was led into Marcela's yard. “The king commands you to sell this sheep for six reales,” the messenger explained. “But the same living sheep must return to the palace together with the six reales.” Marcela frowned. “Sell the sheep, yet return the sheep…” She paced across the room once, twice, three times. Then she smiled. “I understand.” Marcela carefully sheared the sheep. She took the wool to market and sold it for the required amount. Then she fed and watered the animal and, the next morning, sent it back to the palace together with six reales. The king stared at the live sheep and the coins. “What exactly did she sell?” he asked. “The wool, Your Majesty.” The king shook his head in admiration. “Two points for Marcela.” A week passed. Then another. The king thought so long about a third challenge that the courtiers began to suspect he wanted to win at any cost. At last another messenger knocked on Marcela's door. “The king is unwell,” he said. “He claims that he needs a cup of bull's milk. You must obtain it. If you fail, your father will lose his position at court.” Marcela stared at him. “Bull's milk?” “Exactly.” This time she was not merely amused. She was angry that her father's livelihood was being threatened over an impossible riddle. “Very well,” Marcela said. “Tell the king I have heard his command.” That same day she learned that the king planned to bathe in the river the next morning and had forbidden anyone in the village to wash clothes there until he left. “Excellent,” Marcela said. “Then His Majesty will hear my answer himself.” That evening she took an old sheet and dabbed it with bright red berry juice until it looked as though it urgently needed washing. At dawn she went to the river and began rinsing the sheet upstream from the king. “Marcela!” the king called. “Did you not hear my order? No one is to wash anything here this morning!” Marcela bowed. “I did hear, Your Majesty. But something extraordinary happened in our house during the night, and I could not wait.” “What happened?” “My father gave birth to a baby,” Marcela replied calmly. “I am washing the cloths used afterward.” The king sat bolt upright. “What nonsense! A man cannot give birth to a baby!” Marcela met his eyes. “Exactly, Your Majesty. And a bull cannot give milk.” For one breath, the riverbank was perfectly silent. Then one courtier coughed to hide a smile. Another turned toward the water. The king's face reddened. And then he laughed. “Three points for Marcela. I believe I have finally lost.” Everyone at court waited to hear what would happen next. According to an old custom, the king announced, “A girl this clever would make an excellent wife for my son. I shall give her that marriage as a reward.” Marcela raised one eyebrow. “Your Majesty, may I offer one more answer?” The king sighed, already suspicious. “Go on.” “Can one person be given, as a prize, the decision of whom another person must spend a lifetime with?” The king opened his mouth but did not answer. “If your son wishes to meet me, and I wish to meet him,” Marcela continued, “we may certainly talk. But marriage should not become the fourth challenge in your game.” The great hall became very quiet. The king looked at Marcela, then at his advisers, and slowly nodded. “It appears,” he said, “that you are right again.” He sat back on his throne and thought for a moment. “Then I have a different offer. Come to the royal council. I clearly need someone who can notice foolish orders before I give them.” Marcela smiled. “Now that is an offer worth considering.” Before long, she began helping at court. Whenever someone proposed something impossible or unfair, Marcela did not shout or mock them. She simply asked the right question. And people say that sometimes one right question truly is enough to make an entire kingdom a little wiser.

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