Lilac Fairy Book

Chapter 21 Morty (2)
You can't imagine the horror of the people in the inn waking up to find a tiger (although beaten to death, it was a tiger) chained between them and their livestock!There were crowds of people, talking loudly and screaming, and blaming the innkeeper for letting such a dangerous beast into the inn.The boss was as terrified as everyone else.The tiger looked at the people miserably, blinking, while Moti straightened up, snoring loudly, and lay there.No one dared to approach that place.

Finally, the news that Moti had exchanged his horse for a live tiger reached the king's ears.He was dubious about the rumor.So the monarch himself went to see if it was true.Someone finally woke Moti and told him that His Majesty the King had arrived.He yawned and sat up, and soon he was telling his story cheerfully, showing off his new fortune.But the king did not share his happiness at all, but called a soldier and shot the tiger.All the residents in the inn, except Moti, were greatly relieved.If the King had believed Mortee to be the wisest of men before, he now believed Mortee to be the bravest of men.He increases his salary a hundredfold and makes our protagonist feel like the luckiest man in the world.

A week or two after this incident, the king sent for Moti.Mo mentioned the palace and found His Majesty very desperate.The king explained that a ruler of a neighboring country had declared war on him, and his soldiers were much more numerous than his own, and he was at the end of his rope, neither having money to mobilize nor enough soldiers to fight.What to do?

"If nothing else, you need not worry," said Moti. "Gather your men, and I will go to the front with them. We shall soon bring the bandit to his senses."

Hearing these hopeful words, the King revived his spirits, and took Morty to the stable, and told him to choose for himself a horse of his liking.There were many horses in the stables, and to the king's astonishment, Morty selected a poor pony like a little mouse to carry the other horses' fodder and water.

"Why did you choose that horse?" said the King.

"Ah, you see, Your Majesty," replied Moti, "I might fall off a horse, so if I had a tall horse, I'd fall from a great height, and maybe break my leg. Or an arm, or a broken neck. If I fall off this pony, it won't hurt anything."

Morty looked very funny when he rode that horse to war.The only weapon he carried was his walking stick, and he tied a large stone to each ankle to help him balance on the horse's back.When he mounted the pony, the stone almost touched the ground.Apart from him, the king's cavalry was not many, but they wore armor, rode tall horses, and marched forward with their heads held high.They were followed by a large body of infantry armed with all kinds of weapons, and the very nervous and restless king and his attendants walked at the end of the whole procession.In this way, the army set off.

They had not very far to go, but Morty's pony, carrying a heavy man and two large stones, soon fell behind the cavalry.The infantry simply didn't want to jump into the fight prematurely, so they lingered, giving him plenty of time to keep him from falling behind the infantry.The young man walked more and more slowly, until the horse was so slow that he was really impatient, so he gave it a cane so hard that the horse lost its temper completely and galloped.First a stone loosened, kicked up a cloud of dust, and rolled to the side of the road.Morte almost fell off his horse too, but he bravely grabbed the steed's shaggy mane, dropped his staff, and clung desperately to the steed.Then, fortunately, the other stone fell from his other foot, too, and rolled with a thunderous crash into a nearby valley.Before the cavalry in front had time to step aside, Moti threatened the pony with a vicious loud voice and rushed up: "You wait for me to catch you! I'm going to skin you alive and wring it out!" Break your neck, break your every bone!" The cavalry thought that these terrible words were addressed to the enemy, and they were full of admiration for his courage.The whirlwind whizzing through the cavalcade startled many of the horses.A few minutes later, after a brief sprint, hiss, and kick, the whole army swooped forward after Morty.

Moti continued to gallop wildly far ahead.Before long, he ran into a large castor field.The castors were 10 to 12 feet tall, tall and dense, yet green and pliable.Moti wanted to jump off the fierce horse, so in the process of galloping, he grabbed a castor plant and uprooted it.He waved the castor plant that was like a small tree that he held tightly in his hand, and continued to rush forward.

The enemy marched across the steppe in battle formation, and their king led them with confidence and joy.At this moment, a rider suddenly dashed forward from the front.

"Your Majesty!" he cried, "run! The enemy is coming!"

"What do you mean?" said the king.

"Oh, Your Majesty!" panted the spy, "flee, there is no time to waste. The first enemy is a mad giant, and he is coming. He threw a tree Wielding it like a stick, rushing forward in anger, shouting: 'You wait, let me catch you! I'm going to skin you alive, wring your neck, and break every moment of your life. A bone!' The others rode close behind him. You'd better retreat before this destructive whirlwind hits."

At this moment, Moti rushed out of a cloud of flying dust and rushed towards him from a distance. Compared with the pony he was riding, he really looked like a giant. It was like waving an oak tree, and his insults and roars were carried on the wind!Behind him, the flying dust rolled over with the thunderous sound of horseshoes, and the cold light of a steel knife shone inside from time to time.The sight and the sound terrified the king. He turned his horse and ran away as fast as he could, feeling in his heart that a crowd of giants were screaming strangely and rushing towards him, and the whole army followed him and ran away.A fat officer couldn't keep up with the frenzied flight, and Morte fell to his knees in fright as he galloped after him.The excitement was too much for Morte's excited pony.It suddenly backed away a few steps, causing Mote to fly out of its head like a rocket, landing right on top of the fat enemy.

Moti got up quickly, waved the castor plant over his head and shouted:

"Where have all your men gone? Bring them up, and I'll kill them all. My troops! Come on, all of you! Where is your king? Bring him to me. I All the best of us have come up, and every single one of us can uproot a tree and knock you all to the ground, leveling your houses and towns and everything else! Speak!"

The poor fat officer could do nothing but kneel on the ground, panting with his hands clasped.Finally, he finally caught his breath.And Morti sent him to bring their king, and tell him that if he was sensible his life would be spared.The poor man took the order, and when Moti's troops had caught up and formed a formation to make his side look strong and invincible, the fat officer came back with their king.The king was very obedient and apologetic, promised never to make war again, and agreed to pay a large indemnity, and, in short, to do whatever the conqueror told him to do.

In this way, the troops of both sides went home happily.This incident really made the clumsy Morty rich.He lived a long life, and managed to be admired by everyone but his relatives as a source of wisdom, valor, and prudence.His relatives could never figure out what he did to make people think he was smarter than everyone else.

(End of this chapter)