Moral: A useful story is not necessarily a true one—it is one that makes the next right thing possible.
The princess laughed—a shocked, joyful laugh. “You are making this up.”
As for Yogi, the king asked him: “Was any of it true? The mother’s star? The potter’s son?”
But Yogi was not finished. He pointed to another point of light. “And that one there? That is your future husband. He is not a prince. He is a potter’s son, and he is building a wheel tonight, thinking of no one, and yet the stars have bound his fate to yours.”
The princess stared. Her eyes filled, then cleared. She raised her hand to the sky, and for the first time in seven years, she smiled—a small, sad, beautiful smile.
And that is the secret of the astrologer-yogi: not to predict, but to join the sky to the heart, and the heart to the next small step.