Akbar and Birbal went out without the usual retinue, attired like merchants on visit to a far-out part of the kingdom.
At the town market,
Akbar: ‘Does anyone know me here?’
Birbal: ‘We will know soon, Jahampana.’
None from the milling crowd gave the emperor a second glance.
But many were looking at Birbal smiling at him. A few even waved at him.
‘Birbal, how do they know you? You were never in these parts as far as I now. And how could they recognize you in these clothes? Even your mother wouldn’t. If they did, they should know who is with you.’
‘You’re right, my Lord, they don’t know me here about.’
‘But I see them smiling at you.’
‘Could be because I smiled at them?’
Source: Adapted from Dina Thanthi in Tamil and image from folknet.in.