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Story The Great Horse Called Knowing-one ( 23 - 24 )


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The Great Horse Called Knowing-one

[Courage]



Once upon a time, King Brahmadatta, who ruled Benares in northern India, had a mighty horse. Unbeknowst to the king, this horse that was born in the land of Sindh, in the Indus River valley of western India, was a Bodhisattva. Not only was the horse big and strong, he was also very intelligent and wise. When he was still a colt, people noticed that he always seemed to understand what his rider wanted even before he was told. So he was given the name ‘Knowing-one’. ‘Knowing-one’ was considered the greatest and bravest of all royal horses, and so was given the very best of everything. His stall was decorated and was always kept clean and beautiful. As horses are usually faithful to their masters, ‘Knowing-one’ was especially loyal. He was grateful of how well the king cared for him, and for the respect and trust the king had for him.



One day, seven neighbouring kings allied to wage war on King Brahmadatta. Each king brought four great armies - an elephant cavalry, a horse cavalry, a chariot brigade and ranks of foot soldiers. Together the seven kings, with all their armies, surrounded the city of Benares. King Brahmadatta assembled his ministers and advisers to make plans for defending the kingdom. They advised him not to surrender. “Your majesty, we must fight to protect our possessions and positions. But you should not risk your life by fighting the battle personally. Instead, send out the champion of all knights to represent you on the battlefield. If he fails, only then should you go.” The king summoned the champion. “Can you defeat the seven kings?” he asked. “If you allow me to ride on the great horse ‘Knowing-one’ when fighting the battle, I will be able to win,” replied the knight. The king agreed and said: “My champion, it is now up to you and ‘Knowing-one’ to save our country. Take whatever you need with you.” The champion knight went to the royal stables and ordered that ‘Knowing-one’ be fed well and dressed in his protective armour, with all the finest trimmings.



Then he bowed respectfully and climbed onto the beautiful saddle. ‘Knowing-one’ knew the situation. “These seven kings have come to attack my country and my king, who feeds and cares for me. I cannot let the seven kings with their large and powerful armies threaten my king and all in Benares. But I also cannot allow the champion knight to kill those kings, for I too would have a share in the unwholesome action of taking the lives of others, even if the battle was victorious. Instead, I will capture all seven kings without killing anyone. That would be a truly great victory!” he thought. With that thought, ‘Knowing-one’ spoke to his rider: “Sir knight, let us win this battle in a new way, a way without destroying lives. Capture each king, one at a time, and remain firmly on my back. Let me find the true course through the many armies. Watch me as you ride, and I will show you the courage that goes beyond the old way, the killing way!” As he spoke of “a new way”, and “the true course”, and “the courage that goes beyond”, it seemed the noble steed became larger than life. He reared up majestically on his powerful hind legs, and looked down on all the armies surrounding the city. The eyes of all were drawn to this magnificent one. The earth trembled as his front hooves returned to the ground and he charged into the midst of the four armies of the first king. He seeme  to possess the speed of lightning, the might of a hundred elephants, and the glorious confidence of one from some other world.



The elephants had never seen a horse such as this, and so the elephant cavalry retreated in fear. The horses recognised that this great horse, one of their own kind, was the worthy master of them all, and so the horse cavalry and the chariot brigade stood still and bowed as the Bodhisattva galloped past. The ranks of foot-soldiers scattered like flies before a strong wind. The first king hardly knew what had happened, before he was easily captured and brought back into the city of Benares. And so too with the second, third, fourth and fifth kings. In the same way the sixth king was captured. But not before one of his loyal bodyguards leaped out from his hiding and thrust his sword deep into the side of the brave ‘Knowing- one’. With blood streaming from his wound, ‘Knowing-one’ carried the champion knight and the captured sixth king back to the city. When the knight saw the gushing wound, he was afraid to ride the injured ‘Knowing-one’ against the seventh king. So he got another war horse, one that was just as big as the brave ‘Knowing-one’, and dressed it in full battle armour. “This champion knight lost his courage so quickly. He hasn’t realised the true nature of my power - the knowledge that true peace is only won by peaceful means. He tries to defeat the seventh king and his armies in the usual way with an ordinary horse,” thought ‘Knowing- one’ to himself when he saw what happened.



“Having taken the first step to prevent killing, I cannot stop now. If I do, all the effort I put in to prevent such killing would go down the drain!” “Sir knight,” said ‘Knowing-one’ to the knight “the seventh king and his armies are the mightiest of all. If you fight the battle with an ordinary war horse, even if you slaughter a thousand men and animals, you will still be defeated. Only I, ‘Knowing-one’ of the mighty Sindh horse tribe, can win the battle without harming any and bring back the seventh king alive!” The champion knight regained his courage and mounted the great horse. Though in great pain from his deadly wound, the brave horse struggled to his feet, reared and charged through the four armies, and helped bring back the last of the seven kings. Again all those in his path were spared from harm. Seeing their seven kings in captivity, all armies dropped their weapons and surrendered.



Realising that ‘Knowing-one’ would not live through the night, King Brahmadatta went to see him one last time. He wept to see the great horse dying, for he had raised him since he was a colt and had come to love him. “My lord, I have served you well. And I have gone beyond and shown a new way of achieving victory, one that does not require any bloodshed. Now, you must grant me my last wish. You must not kill these seven kings, even though they have done wrong to you. For a bloody victory sows the seeds of the next war. Forgive them for attacking you. Let them return to their kingdoms, and may you all live in peace from now on,” said Knowing-one. “Whatever reward you would give to me, give to the champion knight instead. Do only wholesome deeds, be generous, honour the Truth, and kill no living beings. Rule with justice and compassion.” Then he closed his eyes and breathed his last. The king sobbed uncontrollably, and all mourned the passing of the great horse. With the highest honours, they cremated the body of the Bodhisattva.



King Brahmadatta had the seven kings brought before him. They too honoured the great one, who had defeated their vast armies without spilling a single drop of blood, except his own. In his memory they made peace, and never again did these seven kings and Brahmadatta waged war on one other.


The moral is ✏ hatred can never be ceased by hatred; hatred can only be ceased by love. For true peace is won only by peaceful means.

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