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'You can do what you like, but if you don't take my advice she will kill you all. And so solemn he appeared, and so unshaken in his confidence, that the king's wisdom was blinded, and he declared that he would do whatever the jogi advised, and believe whatever he said.
The Jogi by this time felt sure that a Bonga was trying to frighten him, so becoming angry he cut down the bamboo at the root, and taking it away made a fiddle out of it. The instrument had a superior tone and delighted all who heard it. The Jogi carried it with him when he went a-begging, and through the influence of its sweet music he returned home every evening with a full wallet.
But as it was, all she could do was to bound up and down, whilst the King and the Jogi piled fuel on to the fire, and the oven grew hotter and hotter. So it went on from four o'clock one afternoon to four o'clock the next, when the Snake-woman ceased to bound, and all was quiet.
When the bamboos had grown very big, a Jogi came by that way and cut them down, making from them two flutes. These flutes produced such beautiful music that every one was charmed and the fame of the Jogi spread far and wide: so when in his wanderings the Jogi reached the kingdom of the Raban Raja the Raja sent for him and the Jogi came to the palace with his two bamboo flutes.
But the jogi refused to tread the halls of a king, saying that his dwelling was the open air, and that if his Majesty wished to see him he must come himself and bring his wife to the place. Then the king took his wife and brought her to the jogi.
There she bathed and bound up the wound secretly, and told no one how naughty she had been, for she knew that her father would punish her severely. Next day, when the king went to visit the jogi, the holy man would neither speak to nor look at him. 'What is the matter? asked the king. 'Won't you speak to me to-day? 'I have nothing to say that you would care to hear, answered the jogi.
Away hurried the king, and soon set all his soldiers scouring the country for a girl with a lance wound in her leg. For two days the search went on, and then it was somehow discovered that the only person with a lance wound in the leg was the princess herself. The king, greatly agitated, went off to tell the jogi, and to assure him that there must be some mistake.
Then, after a time, Rasalu went to Hodinagari. And when he reached the house of the beautiful far-famed Queen Sundran, he saw an old Jogi sitting at the gate, by the side of his sacred fire. 'Wherefore do you sit there, father? asked Raja Rasalu. 'My son, returned the Jogi, 'for two-and-twenty years have I waited thus to see the beautiful Sundran, yet have I never seen her!
'And even if you hear cries and sounds, however alarming, you must on no account enter, said the jogi, walking over to a closet where lay the silken cord that was to strangle the princess. And the two pupils did as they were told, and went outside and shut close all the doors.
Matthew Wesley, "if this jogi or whatever you call him had entered the cabin for no good, he would hardly have missed the money lying on the bunk." "Sir, you must not judge these eastern mendicants by your London beggars. They are not thieves, nor avaricious, but religious men practising self-denial, who collect alms merely to support life, and believe that money so bestowed blesses the giver."
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