Once there lived a handsome young man named Ram Singh， who， though a favourite with everyone， was unhappy because he had a scold for a step-mother. All day long she went on talking， until the youth was driven so distracted that he determined to go away somewhere and seek his fortune. No sooner had he decided to leave his home than he made his plans， and the very next morning he started off with a few clothes in a wallet， and a little money in his pocket.
But there was one person in the village to whom he wished to say good-bye， and that was a wise old guru， or teacher， who had taught him much. So he turned his face first of all towards his master's hut， and before the sun was well up was knocking at his door. The old man received his pupil affectionately； but he was wise in reading faces， and saw at once that the youth was in trouble.
'My son，' said he， 'what is the matter ？'
'Nothing， father，' replied the young man， 'but I have determined to go into the world and seek my fortune.'
'Be advised，' returned the guru， 'and remain in your father's house； it is better to have half a loaf at home than to seek a whole one in distant countries.'
But Ram Singh was in no mood to heed such advice， and very soon the old man ceased to press him.
'Well，' said he at last， 'if your mind is made up I suppose you must have your way. But listen carefully， and remember five parting counsels which I will give you； and if you keep these no evil shall befall you. First —— always obey without question the orders of him whose service you enter； second —— never speak harshly or unkindly to anyone； third —— never lie； fourth —— never try to appear the equal of those above you in station； and fifth —— wherever you go， if you meet those who read or teach from the holy books， stay and listen， if but for a few minutes， that you may be strengthened in the path of duty.'
Then Ram Singh started out upon his journey， promising to bear in mind the old man's words.
After some days he came to a great city. He had spent all the money which he had at starting， and therefore resolved to look for work however humble it might be. Catching sight of a prosperous-looking merchant standing in front of a shop full of grain of all kinds， Ram Singh went up to him and asked whether he could give him anything to do. The merchant gazed at him so long that the young man began to lose heart， but at length he answered：
'Yes， of course； there is a place waiting for you.'
'What do you mean？' asked Ram Singh.
'Why，' replied the other， 'yesterday our rajah's chief wazir dismissed his body servant and is wanting another. Now you are just the sort of person that he needs， for you are young and tall， and handsome； I advise you to apply there.'
Thanking the merchant for this advice， the young man set out at once for the wazir's house， and soon managed， thanks to his good looks and appearance， to be engaged as the great man's servant.
One day， soon after this， the rajah of the place started on a journey and the chief wazir accompanied him. With them was an army of servants and attendants， soldiers， muleteers， camel-drivers， merchants with grain and stores for man and beast， singers to make entertainment by the way and musicians to accompany them， besides elephants， camels， horses， mules， ponies， donkeys， goats， and carts and wagons of every kind and description， so that it seemed more like a large town on the march than anything else.
Thus they travelled for several days， till they entered a country that was like a sea of sand， where the swirling dust floated in clouds， and men and beasts were half choked by it. Towards the close of that day they came to a village， and when the headmen hurried out to salute the rajah and to pay him their respects， they began， with very long and serious faces， to explain that， whilst they and all that they had were of course at the disposal of the rajah， the coming of so large a company had nevertheless put them into a dreadful difficulty because they had never a well nor spring of water in their country； and they had no water to give drink to such an army of men and beasts ！
Great fear fell upon the host at the words of the headmen， but the rajah merely told the wazir that he must get water somehow， and that settled the matter so far as he was concerned. The wazir sent off in haste for all the oldest men in the place， and began to question them as to whether there were no wells near by.
They all looked helplessly at each other， and said nothing； but at length one old grey-beard replied：
'Truly， Sir Wazir， there is， within a mile or two of this village， a well which some former king made hundreds of years ago. It is， they say， great and inexhaustible， covered in by heavy stone-work and with a flight of steps leading down to the water in the very bowels of the earth； but no man ever goes near it because it is haunted by evil spirits， and it is known that whoso disappears down the well shall never be seen again.'
The wazir stroked his beard and considered a moment. Then he turned to Ram Singh who stood behind his chair.
'There is a proverb，' said he， 'that no man can be trusted until he has been tried. Go you and get the rajah and his people water from this well.'
Then there flashed into Ram Singh's mind the first counsel of the old guru —— ' Always obey without question the orders of him whose service you enter.' So he replied at once that be was ready， and left to prepare for his adventure. Two great brazen vessels he fastened to a mule， two lesser ones he bound upon his shoulders， and thus provided he set out， with the old villager for his guide. In a short time they came to a spot where some big trees towered above the barren country， whilst under their shadow lay the dome of an ancient building. This the guide pointed out as the well， but excused himself from going further as he was an old man and tired， and it was already nearly sunset， so that he must be returning home. So Ram Singh bade him farewell， and went on alone with the mule.
Arrived at the trees， Ram Singh tied up his beast， lifted the vessels from his shoulder， and having found the opening of the well， descended by a flight of steps which led down into the darkness. The steps were broad white slabs of alabaster which gleamed in the shadows as he went lower and lower. All was very silent. Even the sound of his bare feet upon the pavement seemed to wake an echo in that lonely place， and when one of the vessels which he carried slipped and fell upon the steps it clanged so loudly that he jumped at the noise. Still he went on， until at last he reached a wide pool of sweet water， and there he washed his jars with care before he filled them， and began to remount the steps with the lighter vessels， as the big ones were so heavy he could only take up one at a time. Suddenly， something moved above him， and looking up he saw a great giant standing on the stairway ！ In one hand he held clasped to his heart a dreadful looking mass of bones， in the other was a lamp which cast long shadows about the walls， and made him seem even more terrible than he really was.
'What think you， O mortal，' said the giant， 'of my fair and lovely wife ？' And he held the light towards the bones in his arms and looked lovingly at them.
Now I must tell you that this poor giant had had a very beautiful wife， whom he had loved dearly； but， when she died， her husband refused to believe in her death， and always carried her about long after she had become nothing but bones. Ram Singh of course did not know of this， but there came to his mind the second wise saying of the guru， which forbade him to speak harshly or inconsiderately to others； so he replied：
'Truly， sir， I am sure you could find nowhere such another.'
'Ah， what eyes you have ！' cried the delighted giant，。 'you at least can see ！ I do not know how often I have slain those who insulted her by saying she was but dried bones ！ You are a fine young man， and I will help you.'
So saying， he laid down the bones with great tenderness， and snatching up the huge brass vessels， carried them up again， and replaced them with such ease that it was all done by the time that Ram Singh had reached. the open air with the smaller ones.
'Now，' said the giant， 'you have pleased me， and you may ask of me one favour， and whatever you wish I will do it for you. Perhaps you would like me to show you where lies buried the treasure of dead kings ？' he added eagerly.
But Ram Singh shook his head at the mention of buried wealth.
'The favour that I would ask，' said he， 'is that you will leave off haunting this well， so that men may go in and out and obtain water.'
Perhaps the giant expected some favour more difficult to grant， for his face brightened， and he promised to depart at once； and as Ram Singh went off through the gathering darkness with his precious burden of water， he beheld the giant striding away with the bones of his dead wife in his arms.
Great was the wonder and rejoicing in the camp when Ram Singh returned with the water. He never said anything， however， about his adventure with the giant， but merely told the rajah that there was nothing to prevent the well being used； and used it was， and nobody ever saw any more of the giant.
The rajah was so pleased with the bearing of Ram Singh that he ordered the wazir to give the young man to him in exchange for one of his own servants. So Ram Singh became the rajah's attendant； and as the days went by the king became more and more delighted with the youth because， mindful of the old guru's third counsel， he was always honest and spoke the truth. He grew in favour rapidly， until at last the rajah made him his treasurer， and thus he reached a high place in the court and had wealth and power in his hands. Unluckily the rajah had a brother who was a very bad man； and this brother thought that if he could win the young treasurer over to himself he might by this means manage to steal little by little any of the king's treasure which he needed. Then， with plenty of money， he could bribe the soldiers and some of the rajah's counsellors， head a rebellion， dethrone and kill his brother， and reign himself instead. He was too wary， of course， to tell Ram Singh of all these wicked plans； but he began by flattering him whenever he saw him， and at last offered him his daughter in marriage. But Ram Singh remembered the fourth counsel of the old guru —— never to try to appear the equal of those above him in station —— therefore he respectfully declined the great honour of marrying a princess. Of course the prince， baffled at the very beginning of his enterprise， was furious， and determined to work Ram Singh's ruin， and entering the rajah's presence he told him a story about Ram Singh having spoken insulting words of his sovereign and of his daughter. What it was all about nobody knew， and， as it was not true， the wicked prince did not know either； but the rajah grew very angry and red in the face as he listened， and declared that until the treasurer's head was cut off neither he nor the princess nor his brother would eat or drink.
'But，' added he， 'I do not wish anyone to know that this was done by my desire， and anyone who mentions the subject will be severely punished.' And with this the prince was forced to be content.
Then the rajah sent for an officer of his guard， and told him to take some soldiers and ride at once to a tower which was situated just outside the town， and if anyone should come to inquire when the building was going to be finished， or should ask any other questions about it， the officer must chop his head off， and bring it to him. As for the body， that could be buried on the spot. The old officer thought these instructions rather odd， but it was no business of his， so he saluted， and went off to do his master's bidding.
Early in the morning the rajah， who had not slept all night， sent for Ram Singh， and bade him go to the new hunting-tower， and ask the people there how it was getting on and when it was going to be finished， and to hurry back with the answer ！ Away went Ram Singh upon his errand， but， on the road， as he was passing a little temple on the outskirts of the city， he heard someone inside reading aloud； and， remembering the guru's fifth counsel， he just stepped inside and sat down to listen for a minute. He did not mean to stay longer， but became so deeply interested in the wisdom of the teacher， that he sat， and sat， and sat， while the sun rose higher and higher.
In the meantime， the wicked prince， who dared not disobey the rajah's command， was feeling very hungry； and as for the princess， she was quietly crying in a corner waiting for the news of Ram Singh's death， so that she might eat her breakfast.
Hours passed， and stare as he might from the window no messenger could be seen.
At last the prince could bear it no longer， and hastily disguising himself so that no one should recognise him， he jumped on a horse and galloped out to the hunting-tower， where the rajah had told him that the execution was to take place. But， when he got there， there was no execution going on. There were only some men engaged in building， and a number of soldiers idly watching them. He forgot that he had disguised himself and that no one would know him， so， riding up， he cried out：
'Now then， you men， why are you idling about here instead of finishing what you came to do ？ When is it to be done ？'
At his words the soldiers looked at the commanding officer， who was standing a little apart from the rest. Unperceived by the prince he made a slight sign， a sword flashed in the sun， and off flew a head on the ground beneath ！
As part of the prince's disguise had been a thick beard， the men did not recognise the dead man as the rajah's brother； but they wrapped the head in a cloth， and buried the body as their commander bade them. When this was ended， the officer took the cloth， and rode off in the direction of the palace.
Meanwhile the rajah came home from his council， and to his great surprise found neither head nor brother awaiting him； as time passed on， he became uneasy， and thought that he had better go himself and see what the matter was. So ordering his horse he rode off alone.
It happened that， just as the rajah came near to the temple where Ram Singh still sat， the young treasurer， hearing the sound of a horse's hoofs， looked over his shoulder and saw that the rider was the rajah himself ！ Feeling much ashamed of himself for having forgotten his errand， he jumped up and hurried out to meet his master， who reined up his horse， and seemed very surprised （as indeed he was） to see him. At that moment there arrived the officer of the guard carrying his parcel. He saluted the rajah gravely， and， dismounting， laid the bundle in the road and began to undo the wrappings， whilst the rajah watched him with wonder and interest. When the last string was undone， and the head of his brother was displayed to his view， the rajah sprang from his horse and caught the soldier by the arm. As soon as he could speak he questioned the man as to what had occurred， and little by little a dark suspicion darted through him. Then， briefly telling the soldier that he had done well， the rajah drew Ram Singh to one side， and in a few minutes learned from him how， in attending to the guru's counsel， he had delayed to do the king's message.
In the end the rajah found from some papers the proofs of his dead brother's treachery； and Ram Singh established his innocence and integrity. He continued to serve the rajah for many years with unswerving fidelity； and married a maiden of his own rank in life， with whom he lived happily； dying at last honoured and loved by all men. Sons were born to him； and， in time， to them also he taught the five wise sayings of the old guru.
*A Hindu religious teacher or saint； in this case a Sikh.
[A Punjabi story.]