Mehouviu and Morusa: A Naga Folktale

Long
ago there was once a girl name Mehouviü. She was the wisest maiden of her
village. Added to that blessing, she possessed a very pleasing personality.
There were many young men in her village who courted her, but she felt that she
was not ready to take any one of them as husband.
Morusa was a famous warrior of Kidima. He was tall and
strong and already had taken many heads. In the neighboring villages, there
were few who had not heard of him. Mehouviü’s refusal of marriage to any man in
her village could probably have been due to the fact that some of her friends
had told her of the warrior, Morusa, who could possibly become a suitor.
Morusa's uncle advised him to take a wife and
when someone suggested the virtuous Mehouviü, the warrior agreed to the
proposal.
Morusa and Mehouviü lived in the age where
honor and reputation were highly valued. The quest for honor drove man into the
battlefield again and again. Warriors killed enemy warriors in order to take
their heads as trophies. That was the life Morusa lived.
Everything would have gone smoothly if the two
had not lived in this age. It endangered his life to the extent that he could
not indulge in the ordinary courtship of his betrothed. He could not visit her
and indulge in the engaging, long talks that were the privilege of betrothed
couples. So, he was preparing to marry a woman he had never seen though he had
heard enough good reports.
Meanwhile Mehouviü was happy. She feasted her
female friends and waited for her wedding day. However, a few weeks before the
wedding, she had the strangest dreams. She dreamed she was in Morusa's house
with a heaped plate of rice and meat set before her. Her listeners thought it
was simply a foretaste of things to come. When they were married, she would
become a member of Morusa's rich household. She dreamt this dream repeatedly.
With few days left before the wedding, Morusa
became restless. He wanted to impress his bride by doing something of note and
prove himself a worthy suitor.
So, he set out on his quest, and on that day,
he did not encounter any enemy warriors at all. He decided to travel further.
As fate would have it, his steps led him to a village that was unknown to him,
the village of his beloved Mehouviü.
The village inhabitants were away in their
fields so it was quite deserted. However, he spied a woman weaving at her
porch. She had very long hair, was attractive and tall. The warrior hesitated a
little to kill such a well-formed woman. Yet even as he wavered, he noticed her
lustrous hair and thought how well it would look as an ornament of war. So, he
swiftly stepped up to her, taking her by complete surprise. He slid her weaving
loom off and drove his spear into her heart. Next, he took her head as a trophy
and proudly bore it home.
The two villages of the betrothed couple were
some distance away from each other. Mehouviü's relatives were heartbroken to
discover her killing just days before her wedding. They sent messenger to
Morusa's village where the preparations were underway. The sad news of her
death was brought to Morusa as well as the fact that she had been slain by a
warrior. Morusa was grief-stricken.
Later Morusa and his relatives pieced together
the bits of information they had on the whereabouts of the two and they came to
the sad realization that Morusa had unknowingly killed his own beloved. The
shock and grief of both clans were unimaginable.
It is such a heart wrenching story. It still Hits the core of my heart. Thanks for reminding of this story again. Feeling nostalgic.
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