Birbal turned a greedy tutor’s argument about ‘benefit’ into a payment in sun and nothing else.
A tutor demanded more coins because the prince studied under the cool shade of his tamarind tree. Birbal paid him with a handful of sunlight reflected from a mirror onto his palm. ‘For the shade you offered the prince, take the light I offer you,’ he said. The tutor bowed, his greed warmed into gratitude.