THE GOLDEN BUTTERFLY

Kembang melati, a beautiful young princess, lived with her old nurse and
many serving-women in a palace on the bank of a great river.
Rajah Banjir, the monarch of the rains, lived in his rainbow-colored palace
on the other bank of the river. He could cause floods to appear at his will, and his
tears made brooks and rivers swell. From his windows he could see the little
princess weaving her bridal dress, and he could hear her singing a song for luck.
But the princess never looked toward his side of the river.
The monarch of the rains kept gazing at her with great sad eyes. Because
he was so sad, he wept many tears, and the river swelled and the wind sighed
softly through the high trees around the palace. The princess heard the sighing of
the wind, and saw the river rising higher and higher. But she did not know that it
was her future husband who was weeping and calling to her.
For many days the monarch of the rains yearned for the princess. Finally,
to be near her, he changed himself into a golden butterfly and flew back and forth
before her window until at last the princess saw him and opened the window so
that she could admire his dazzling wings.
Then the golden butterfly lighted on Kembang Melatis little hand, kissed
her finger tips, and flew out of the window.
A few days later the butterfly returned and perched on Kembang Melatis
right ear and whispered to her, "Weave your bridal dress quickly, princess, for
soon your bridegroom will come."
The princess heard only the word "bridegroom." She asked, 'Where is my
bridegroom?" The butterfly did not answer her, for he had flown out of the
window.
But someone else had heard her question. That was Nasiman, the wicked
son of the princess's old nurse. He went to his mother at once. "Mother," he said,
"I was standing outside the princess's window and I heard her ask, 'Where is my
bridegroom?' I want you to go to her and tell her that I am her bridegroom."
'That you can never be, son/' the old woman said, "because you are not of
noble birth."
"Nevertheless, I wish to marry the princess," he answered.
"Go to her, Mother, and tell her that her bridegroom has come
Nasiman was wicked and cruel, and his mother was afraid of him. So she
went to the princess and told her of the bridegroom who had come to claim her
hand. Just then the golden butterfly flew back and whispered in the princess's
ear, "The real bridegroom has not yet come, princess. The one who is now under
your roof is a wicked man. His name is Nasiman, and he is the son of your old
nurse, Sarinah. Do not many him. . . . Wait till the true bridegroom comes!"

When the golden butterfly had flown away, the princess said, "I will wait,
nurse, till the true bridegroom comes/'
"This is the true bridegroom/' the nurse insisted. She clasped her hands
and begged, "Oh, princess, dear princess, marry him at once, for if you do not,
we shall both die!
The princess did not want to die. So finally she said to her nurse, "Tell the
bridegroom who has come that I must have seven days to think it over. Tell him
to wait on the bank of the river and I will send him my answer there/'
Nasiman found this idea good, and agreed. He took a big basket, filled it
with food to last him seven days, and had it carried to a spot on the bank of the
river.
On that same day the monarch of the rains called to him a white crow,
one of his best and biggest messenger-birds, and gave her a little chest full of
costly ornaments and a letter.
"Take these immediately to the Princess Kembang Melati," he ordered,
"and make sure that you don't lose anything."
"Don't worry, master," the crow replied. "I myself will take everything to
the princess."
The white crow flew off with the little chest bound fast to her back and the
letter between 'her claws, and winged her way to the opposite bank of the river.
There she saw Nasiman eating the last of a delicious-looking fish. The white crow,
who loved fish, flew over swiftly, and cried, "Oh, how good that looks! May I have
a little bite?"
"How do you dare ask me that?" Nasiman demanded crossly. "Who are
you, and where do you come from, with a letter in your claws and a chest on
your back?"
"Well," the crow answered smugly, "I happen to be the messenger of the
great magician, the monarch of the rains! And I am to take this letter and this
little chest to the Princess Kembang Melati, as my master ordered. What's more,
I am to give them to her myself."
"Hmm/' Nasiman said with a false little laugh. "In that case, Til let you eat
some of my fish. Put down your letter and take the chest from your back, and fall
to!"
The white crow didn't have to be invited twice. She laid the letter and the
little chest in the grass, and began to eat greedily of the delicious bit of fish.
Nasiman lost no time. He opened the chest, took out the beautiful golden
ornaments and in their place put some "big spiders and some gruesome-looking
scorpions. Then he hurried to his mother with the letter. "Mother/ 7 he said, "I
can't read, but I imagine that this letter must be full of lovely words. Now I want
you to change them, at once, into ugly words. Meanwhile I'll hide these
ornaments."

The white crow was so busy eating that she did not notice what was going
on. She ate the fish, down to the last scrap. Then she went to get a drink at the
spring. The spring murmured to her, "Ah, white crow, why didn't you take the
letter and the little chest to the princess as Rajah Banjir said?"
But the white crow didn't hear. She didn't hear the wind, either, sighing to
her, "Ah, white crow, something dreadful will happen because of your
greediness!"
And something dreadful did happen. When the princess saw the white
crow come, bearing the letter and the little chest, she believed that the bird came
from her true bridegroom, and in great excitement she decided to read the letter
first. As her eyes flew over the words, she could hardly believe what she read:
"You are very ugly," the letter said, "and what is in the little chest is foul and old.
That goes, too, for your green hair and your blue skin."
She was so angry that she tore the letter into shreds and tossed the little
chest, without opening it, through the window. The spiders and the scorpions
swarmed over the garden to the great astonishment of the white crow who could
not understand how her master could have sent such horrible things to the lovely
princess.
But Nasiinan laughed to himself. Now the princess would marry him, he
thought.
But the princess had no thought of marrying anyone now. She was bitterly
grieved by the ugly letter. Weeping, she paced back and forth in her chamber. No
one could comfort her, and she cried, "Take away my weaving stool! I will never
weave again on my bridal gown!"
Toward evening of that sad day the golden butterfly came back and flew
through the open window. He lit on the princess's ear. "Darling princess," he
whispered, "why don't you wear the beautiful ornaments that your bridegroom
sent you?"
At that the princess hit at him with an angiy hand. The great monarch of
the rains thought surely she was only teasing him. He whispered in her ear
again: "Beloved little princess, would you like to see your bridegroom tomorrow
morning? He will take you to his rainbow-colored palace where the golden rays of
the sun are magnified a thousand times into the most wonderful colors, and
where you shall see woven cloth so fine, so dazzling, that it is like moonbeams!
Come, darling princess, finish weaving your bridal gown, for tomorrow your
bridegroom comes!"
The princess grew even angrier. She called her serving women to her and
bade them chase the golden butterfly away and never again to let it come inside.
When the great magician heard the princess say these words he became so
angry that he caused a mighty flood to come over the land that very night.
Everything that was not submerged drifted away, torn loose from the land. The

palace with Princess Kembang Melati and her nurse and the wicked Nasiman and
all the others who lived in it, drifted on the floodwaters.
The palace drifted farther and farther, until it came near the other bank
where the palace of the great monarch of the rains stood. The king was in his
doorway, watching, but when he saw the princess's palace floating toward him he
pretended not to see it. The princess cried piteously for help, but he pretended
not to hear.
They were drifting out of sight when the nurse cried out in despair, "It's
my fault! I bear the blame! It was I who changed the beautiful words of the letter
into ugly ones! And my son, Nasiman, filled the little chest with spiders and
scorpions while the white crow was eating the fish 1 /'
When he heard the nurse's confession, the monarch of the rains
understood everything. He leaped down and dragged the princess and all the
others out of the drifting palace and brought them into his own. Only her old
nurse and the nurse's wicked son were not permitted to enter,
"May great waves engulf you!" he thundered. And at his words mighty
waves, as high as the heavens, rose in the water and swallowed up the nurse and
her son.
The white crow was punished, too, for her greediness. She was changed
into a black bird which could never speak again.
All she could say was, "Kaw . . . kaw . . . kaw . . . kr - kr. . . ." It meant
"gold . . . gold/' But though the crow searched, she never could find the gold and
jewels with which the little chest had been filled.
When the evildoers were punished, the monarch of the rains caused the
flood to subside. In a short time, the whole world was dry once more, and when
he had accomplished that he turned to the princess and told her that he was the
son of a nobleman and that for days and nights he had yearned for her.
Kembang Melati took pity on him. She knew that he was truly her
bridegroom from the way he spoke to her. So she married him and lived the rest
of her happy life with him in the rainbow-colored palace on the bank of the river.
But, strange to tell, no mortal has ever found the spot where that palace
stood.