Many years ago there lived a king who was renowned throughout his realm for his wisdom. Nothing remained unknown to him, and it seemed that news of the most secret affairs reached him of its own accord from everywhere.
But this king had a strange custom: at every dinner, when everything had been cleared from the table and no one remained seated except himself, a trusted servant had to bring him one more dish. Yet this dish was covered, and the servant himself did not know what lay upon it, nor did anyone else know, because the king did not uncover the dish nor taste its contents until he was all alone in the room.
This went on for a long time, and it happened once that curiosity suddenly overcame the servant just as he was carrying the dish away from the king's table; it overwhelmed him so greatly that he could not resist it and took the dish to his own room.
Having carefully closed the door, he lifted the lid of the dish and saw that a white snake lay upon it. Hardly had he glanced at it when he could no longer refrain from tasting it; he cut off a piece and put it into his mouth.
And scarcely had his tongue touched this food when he heard outside the window a strange whistling of many tiny voices.
He went to the window and began to listen, and then he realized that these were sparrows talking among themselves and telling each other about everything they had seen in the fields and in the forest.
By tasting the flesh of the white snake, the servant had gained the ability to understand the language of animals.
Now it happened that on that very same day the queen lost her most precious ring, and suspicion of the theft fell precisely upon the trusted servant, who had access everywhere.
The king summoned him, began to scold him and shout at him, and threatened that if by the next day he did not name the culprit responsible for the loss, he himself would be accused of it and brought to trial. In vain the servant assured him that he was innocent—the king did not revoke his decision.
In anxiety and fear the servant went down into the castle courtyard and began to ponder how he might extricate himself from his predicament. Nearby, ducks sat quietly by running water, resting, now preening themselves, now smoothing their feathers with their broad bills; meanwhile they carried on an open conversation among themselves. The servant paused and listened.
They were recounting to one another where they had been that day and where they had found good fodder; and one of them said with vexation: "Something feels heavy in my stomach; in my haste I swallowed a ring that lay beneath the queen's window."
Then the servant immediately seized her by the neck, dragged her to the kitchen, and said to the cook: "Slaughter this one; she has fattened up enough."—"Yes," said the cook, weighing the duck in his hand, "this one has spared no effort to fatten herself: she ought to have been on the spit long ago." He cut her throat, and when he began to gut her, the queen's ring was found inside her.
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