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Updated: May 17, 2025
One day the boy said to his mother: 'What was my father's business? 'He was a very learned doctor, answered she. 'Where, then, are his books? asked Hassebu. 'Many days have passed, and I have thought nothing of them. But look inside and see if they are there. So Hassebu looked, and saw they were eaten by insects, all but one book, which he took away and read.
'Who has beaten you like this? asked the King. 'It was the Vizir, replied Hassebu. 'Then I am already dead, said the King sadly, 'but you must carry me there yourself. So Hassebu carried him. And on the way the King said, 'When I arrive, I shall be killed, and my flesh will be cooked. But take some of the water that I am boiled in, and put it in a bottle and lay it on one side.
And they went their way into the town, and all happened as the King of the Snakes had said. And the Sultan loved Hassebu, who became a great physician, and cured many sick people. But he was always sorry for the poor King of the Snakes. In a little village in the country of Japan there lived long, long ago a man and his wife.
The following day each man brought every bowl and vessel he could find at home, and Hassebu filled them all with honey. And this he did every day for three months. At the end of that time the honey was very nearly finished, and there was only a little left, quite at the bottom, and that was very deep down, so deep that it seemed as if it must be right in the middle of the earth.
And they dug, and found a large pit like a well, filled with honey up to the brim. 'This is better than firewood, said they; 'it will bring us more money. And as you have found it, Hassebu, it is you who must go inside and dip out the honey and give to us, and we will take it to the town and sell it, and will divide the money with you.
For three days Hassebu remembered his promise to the King of the Snakes, and did not go near the baths; then came a morning so hot he could hardly breathe, and he forgot all about it. The moment he had slipped off his robe he was taken before the Vizir, who said to him, 'Lead us to the place where the King of the Snakes lives.
I dare not do it. But Hassebu begged so hard that at last the king said, 'Swear that when you get home you will not go to bathe where many people are gathered. And Hassebu swore, and the king ordered his soldiers to take Hassebu in sight of his native city. Then he went straight to his mother's house, and the heart of his mother was glad.
And they woke him, and he sat up and saw many snakes all round him, and one of them very beautiful, decked in royal robes. 'Who are you? asked Hassebu. 'I am the King of the Snakes, was the reply, 'and this is my palace. And will you tell me who you are, and where you come from? 'My name is Hassebu, but whence I come I know not, nor whither I go.
Once upon a time there lived a poor woman who had only one child, and he was a little boy called Hassebu. When he ceased to be a baby, and his mother thought it was time for him to learn to read, she sent him to school.
So the donkey was bought, and the neighbours came, and they worked hard all day, and in the evening they brought the wood back into the town, and sold it for a good sum of money. And for six days they went and did the like, but on the seventh it rained, and the wood-cutters ran and hid in the rocks, all but Hassebu, who did not mind wetting, and stayed where he was.
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