a candle’s warmth
“Not even a candle?”
“Yes, I had a candle.”
“Then the bet is off.” The villager bellowed. Nasrudin did not argue.
Some months later he invited the same people to a feast at his house. They sat down in his reception room, waiting for the food. Hours passed, and they started to mutter about food.
“Let’s go and see how it is getting along,” said Nasrudin.
Everyone trooped into the kitchen. They found an enormous pot of water, under which a candle was burning. The water was not even tepid.
“It is not ready yet,” said the Mulla. “I don’t know why – it has been there since yesterday.”