Inspiring Story: King Genghis Khan And his Hawk..

One Morning Genghis Khan, the great king and warrior, 

rode out into the woods to have a day's sport. Many of his 

friends were with him. They rode out gayly, carrying their 

bows and arrows. Behind them came the servants with 

the hounds.

It was a merry hunting party. The woods rang with their 

shouts and laughter.

They expected to carry much game home in the evening. 

On the king's wrist sat his favorite hawk, for in those 

days hawks were trained to hunt. At a word from 

their masters they would fly high up into the air,

and look around for prey. 

If they chanced to see a deer or a rabbit, they would 

swoop down upon it swift as any arrow. All day long 

Genghis Khan and his huntsmen rode through the woods.

But they did not find as much game as they expected. 

Toward evening they started for home. 

The king had often ridden through the woods, and he knew all 

the paths. So while the rest of the party took the nearest way, 

he went by a longer road through a valley between two mountains.

The day had been warm, and the king was very thirsty.

His pet hawk left his wrist and flown away. It would be 

sure to find its way home. 

  

The king rode slowly along. He had once seen a spring 

of clear water near this pathway. If he could only find it now!

But the hot days of summer had dried up all the mountain brooks.   

At last, to his joy, he saw some water trickling down over 

the edge of a rock. He knew that there was a spring farther up.

In the wet season, a swift stream of water always poured down 

here; but now it came only one drop at a time. 

  The king leaped from his horse. He took a little silver cup 

from his hunting bag. He held it so as to catch the slowly 

falling drops. It took a long time to fill the cup; and 

the king was so thirsty that he could hardly wait. At last 

it was nearly full. He put the cup to his lips, and was about to drink. 

All at once there was a whirring sound in the air, and the cup

 was knocked from his hands. The water was all spilled upon the ground.   

The king looked up to see who had done this thing.It was his pet hawk.   

The hawk flew back and forth a few times, and then alighted among 

the rocks by the spring. The king picked up the cup, and again held 

it to catch the trickling drops. This time he did not wait so long. 

When the cup was half full, he lifted it toward his mouth. 

But before it had touched his lips, the hawk swooped down again, 

and knocked it from his hands. And now the king began to grow angry.

He tried again, and for the third time the hawk kept him from drinking.

  The king was now very angry indeed."How do you dare to act so?" 

he cried. "If I had you in my hands, I would wring your neck!" 

  

Then he filled his cup again. But before he tried to drink,

he drew his sword. "Now, Sir Hawk," he said, "that is the last time."

  He had hardly spoken before the hawk swooped down 

and knocked the cup from his hand. But the king was looking for this. 

With a quick sweep of the sword he struck the bird as it passed. 

  

The next moment the poor hawk lay bleeding and dying at its 

master's feet. "That is what you get for your pains," said Genghis Khan.   

But when he looked for his cup, he found that it had fallen

between two rocks, where he could not reach it. 

  "At any rate, I will have a drink from that spring," he said to himself.   

With that he began to climb the steep bank to the place from 

which the water trickled. It was hard work, and the higher 

he climbed, the thirstier he became. At last he reached 

the place. There indeed was a pool of water; but what was that 

lying in the pool, and almost filling it? It was a huge, dead snake of 

the most poisonous kind. The king stopped. He forgot his thirst. 

He thought only of the poor dead bird lying on the ground 

below him.   

"The hawk saved my life!" he cried, "and how did I repay him? 

He was my best friend,and I have killed him."   He clambered down 

the bank. He took the bird up gently, and laid it in his hunting bag.

Then he mounted his horse and rode swiftly home. He said to himself,

  

Moral of the Story: 

"I have learned a sad lesson today, and that is, never 

to do anything in anger, Please dont do any thing in anger,

which later on you have to repent for it. Be calm down 

and control your anger-

Author : Unknown