# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 1/The Lion and the Carpenter

THE LION AND THE CARPENTER
In a certain city lived a carpenter named Trust-god. It was his constant habit to carry his lunch and ​ go with his wife into the forest, where he cut great anjana logs. Now in that forest lived a lion named Spotless, who had as hangers-on two carnivorous creatures, a jackal and a crow.
One day the lion was roaming the wood alone and encountered the carpenter. The carpenter for his part, on beholding that most alarming lion, whether considering himself already lost or perhaps with the ready wit to perceive that it is safer to face the powerful, advanced to meet the lion, bowed low, and said: "Come, friend, come! Today you must eat my own dinner which my wife—your brother's wife—has provided."
"My good fellow," said the lion, "being carnivorous, I do not live on rice. But in spite of that, I will have a taste, since I take a fancy to you. What kind of dainty have you got?"
​Then the jackal and the crow, who lived on others' luck, went hungry, and they implored the lion. "Master," they said, "where do you go every day? And tell us why you come back so happy." "I don't go anywhere," said he. But when they urged the question with great deference, the lion said: "A friend of mine comes into this wood every day. His wife cooks the most delicious things, and I eat them every day, in order to show friendly feeling."
Then the jackal and the crow said: "We two will go there, will kill the carpenter, and have enough meat and blood to keep us fat for a long time." But the lion heard them and said: "Look here! I guaranteed his safety. How can I even imagine playing him such a scurvy trick? But I will get a delicious tidbit from him for you also." To this they agreed.
So the three started to find the carpenter. While they were still far off, the carpenter caught a glimpse of the lion and his seedy companions, and he thought: "This does not look prosperous to me." So he and his wife made haste to climb a tree.
Then the lion came up and said: "My good fellow, why did you climb a tree when you saw me? Why, I am your friend, the lion. My name is Spotless. Do not be alarmed." But the carpenter stayed where he was and said:
Your jackal does not reassure; Your crow's sharp bill offends: You therefore see me up a tree— I do not like your friends.
After telling the story, Lively continued: "Somebody must have set Rusty against me. Besides:
Soft water's scars elide The mighty mountain side, And leave it much diminished: By those who have the trick To make a whisper stick Man's gentleness is finished.
"Under these circumstances, what action is opportune? Indeed, there is nothing left save battle. For the proverb says:
By gifts, by self-denial, By sacrificial trial, Some slowly win to heaven; To him who yields his life In glad, heroic strife, Quick entrance there is given.
And again:
The slain attains the sky, The victor joyful lives; And heroes are content With these alternatives.
And once again:
Gay maidens, smart with gems and gold; The flyflap's royal toy; Throne, horse, and elephant, and cash; The white umbrella, joy And sign of monarchs—shun the coward, Are not for mamma's boy."
When he heard this, Victor thought: "The fellow has sharp horns and plenty of vigor. He might perhaps strike down the master, if fate decreed it. That would not do, either. And the proverb says:
Even with heroes victory Whimsically may alight. Try three other methods first; Only in extremis fight.
So I will use my wits to turn his thoughts from fighting." And he said: "My dear fellow, this is not a good plan, because
He loses fights who fights before His foeman's power is reckoned: The ocean and the plover fought, And ocean came out second."
"How was that?" asked Lively. And Victor told the story of
THE PLOVER WHO FOUGHT THE OCEAN