# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 3/The Snake and the Ants

THE SNAKE AND THE ANTS
​Then the ants gathered about him, drawn by the odor of blood from the wound, and drove him frantic. How many did he kill? Or how many crush? Yet their uncounted phalanx stung him in every member, and enlarged the numerous wounds. And Haughty perished.
"And that is why I say:
Beware the populace enraged, . . . .
and the rest of it.
"Furthermore, O King, I have something to tell you, which you must consider, and ponder, and do."
"Father," said Cloudy, "tell me what you have in mind." And Live-Strong said: "Listen, my son. I have discovered a fifth device, different from the well-known four—conciliation, intrigue, bribery, and fighting. And it is this. You must turn against me, revile me with the hardest-hearted words you can find, smear me with blood (which you will provide) in order to deceive the enemy's spies, throw me out at the foot of this banyan tree, and depart yourself to Antelope Mountain. And there you must stay with your retinue until by clever planning I win the trust of all the enemy, discover the heart of their fortress, and kill them—for they are blind in the daytime. This plan I devised on the assumption that their fortress is of simple construction, without egress at the rear. For the saying goes:
A fort must have for egress, say The specialists, a gap; If this be lacking, it is not A fortress, but a trap.
Nor should you feel any pity for me. For the proverb says:
Pet and pamper servants well; Love them as you love your life: Yet consider them as dry Tinder in the hour of strife.
Nor must you balk me in my design. For once more:
Cherish servants like yourself; Guard them as you guard your life Every day for one sole day, When you meet your foe in strife."
With these words he started a sham fight with the king. And Cloudy's retinue, seeing Live-Strong jabber with unbridled license at the king, started up to kill him. But Cloudy said: "Out of my path, you. I take upon myself the chastisement of this traitorous scoundrel." With this he pounced upon him, pecked at him gently, smeared him with blood (which he had provided), and departed with his retinue for Antelope Mountain, as Live-Strong had recommended.
At this juncture the owl's consort, acting as spy for the enemy, went and reported in detail to the owl-king the disgrace of Cloudy's prime minister. And the owl-king, informed of the occurrence, started with his retainers at sundown on a crow-hunt. And he said: "Hasten, friends, hasten! The enemy is ​panic-stricken, is in full flight, and can be readily caught. For the proverb says:
In flight, a fort becomes a trap Where all defense is lacking; 'Tis easy then to beat a king Whose men are busy packing."
With this battle-cry they flew to attack the banyan tree. And failing to find a single crow, King Foe-Crusher gleefully perched on a branch, and while the court poets chanted flatteries, he gave orders: "Ho there! Discover their line of retreat. Before they establish themselves in a fort, I will be at their heels and will kill them."
At this point Live-Strong reflected: "If the enemy simply go home after learning what we have done, I shall have accomplished nothing. For the proverb says:
The first or second evidence Of genuine intelligence Is—leave a business unbegun, Or, if begun, then see it done.
It would have been better not to undertake this than to see the undertaking fail. I will reveal myself by letting them hear me caw."
So he cawed with a feeble squeak. And the owls, hearing this, started up to kill him. But Live-Strong said: "Gentlemen, I am Cloudy's minister, Live-Strong, reduced to this state by Cloudy himself. Pray inform your own king. I have much to discuss with him."
​So the owl-king, informed by his followers, came, beheld with astonishment the scars of many wounds, and said: "Well, sir! How did you fall into this condition? Tell me."
And Live-Strong said: "O King, listen. Yesterday that rascal Cloudy, seeing how many crows you had killed, was distracted by wrath and grief, and started for your fortress. Whereupon I said: 'You should not march against him. For they are strong, and we are weak. Now the proverb advises those who wish to thrive:
Do not, even in thought, offend Stronger foes who will not bend; They will feel no loss or shame; You will die, a moth in flame.
You should seek peace by paying him tribute.' When he heard this, he was made furious by rascally advisers, suspected me of being a partisan of yours, and reduced me to this state. Therefore your royal feet are now my sole refuge. In a word, so long as I can stir, I will conduct you to his abode, and cause the total destruction of the crows."
On hearing this, Foe-Crusher took counsel with the counselors who had served his father and his grandfather. They were five in number, and their names were Red-Eye, Fierce-Eye, Flame-Eye, Hook-Nose, and Wall-Ear.
So first he questioned Red-Eye: "My worthy sir, what is to be done under the circumstances?" And ​ Red-Eye said: "O King, what is there to consider here? Kill him without hesitation. For the proverb says:
Kill a weakling, lest he grow Hard to smite; Later, with augmented power He will fight.
Besides, you know how common people say: 'A lost chance brings a curse.' And again:
He who will not when he may, When he will, he shall have nay.
And this too:
The lighted funeral pile you may Break up and fling apart; But love, when torn and patched again, Lives in an aching heart."
"How was that?" asked Foe-Crusher. And Red-Eye told the story of
THE SNAKE WHO PAID CASH