Jackal or tiger

usher to summon the first claimant. But, just then, a farmer, who stood in front of the crowd, cried out that he had a petition to offer.
Well, hasten then,` said the king; `I have no time to waste.`
`Your majesty,` said the farmer, `has now lived and administered justice long in this city, and will know that the tiger who is king of beasts hunts only in the forest, whilst jackals hunt in every place where there is something to be picked up.`
`What is all this ? what is all this ?` asked the king. `The man must be mad !`
`No, your majesty,` answered the farmer; `I would only remind your majesty that there are plenty of jackals gathered to-day to try and claim your daughter and kingdom: every city has sent them, and they wait hungry and eager; but do not, O king, mistake or pretend again to mistake the howl of a jackal for the hunting cry of a tiger.`
The king turned first red and then pale.
`There is,` continued the farmer, `a royal tiger bred in the forest who has the first and only true claim to your throne.`
`Where ? what do you mean ?` stammered the king, growing pale as he listened.
`In prison,` replied the farmer; `if your majesty will clear this court of the jackals I will explain.`
`Clear the court!` commanded the king; and, very unwillingly, the visitors left the palace.
`Now tell me what riddle this is,` said he.
Then the farmer told the king and his ministers how he had rescued the queen and brought up Ameer Ali; and he fetched the old queen herself, whom he had left outside. At the sight of her the king was filled with shame and self-reproach, and wished he could have lived his life over again, and not have married the mother of the proud princess, who caused him endless trouble until her death.
`My day is past,` said he. And he gave up his crown to his son Ameer Ali, who went once more and called to the forest fairy to provide him with a queen to share his throne.
`There is only one person I will marry,` said he. And this time the maiden did not run away, but agreed to be his wife. So the two were married without delay, and lived long and reigned happily.
As for the old woman whose pitcher Ameer Ali had broken, she was the forest maiden`s fairy godmother, and when she was no longer needed to look after the girl she gladly returned to fairyland.
The old king has never been heard to contradict his wife any more. If he even looks as if he does not agree with her, she smiles at him and says:
`Is it the tiger, then ? or the jackal ?` And be has not another word to say.