The Enchantress of Florence: Salman Rushdie
The First minister and greatest wit of the age greeted him at the Hiran Minar, the tower of elephants’ teeth. The emperor’s sense of mischief was aroused. ‘Birbal,” Akbar said, dismounting from his horse, “will you answer us one question? We have been waiting a long time to ask it.” The first minister of legendary wit and wisdom bowed humbly. “As you wish, Jahanpanah, Shelter of the World.” “Well then,” said Akbar, “Which came first, the hen or the egg?” Birbal replied at once, “the hen.” [1]
Akbar was taken aback. “How can you be so sure?” he wanted to know. “Huzoor,” Birbal replied, “I...
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