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Nevertheless, Rasalu, tender-hearted and strong, snatched it from the fire and set it at liberty. Then the little creature, full of gratitude, pulled out one of its feelers, and giving it to its preserver, said, "Keep this, and should you ever be in trouble, put it into the fire, and instantly I will come to your aid." The Prince smiled, saying, "What help could you give me?"
If you would marry our sister you must first do our bidding, for you will be our younger brother." "Fair sisters!" quoth Rasalu gaily, "give me my task and I will perform it." So the sixty-nine maidens mixed a hundred-weight of millet seed with a hundredweight of sand, and giving it to Rasalu, bade him separate the seed from the sand.
'There is no one here, nor far nor near, Save this breathless corpse so cold and grim; Would God he might come to life again, 'Twould be less lonely to talk to him. And immediately the headless corpse arose and sat beside Raja Rasalu. And he, nothing astonished, said to it
'Nay, mother! replied Rasalu, 'if you tell me the truth, one of us must benefit by it.
And after twelve years, the mango tree began to flower, and Raja Rasalu married the Princess Kokilan, whom he won from Sarkap when he played chaupur with the King. At the same time, when Brahma-datta was reigning in Benares, the future Buddha was born one of a peasant family; and when he grew up, he gained his living by tilling the ground.
That such has been the deliberate choice may be seen at a glance through the only story which has a different origin. The Adventures of Raja Rasalu was translated from the rough manuscript of a village accountant; and, being current in a more or less classical form, it approaches more nearly to the conventional standards of an Indian tale.
'I know not, quoth the Jogi; 'only this I know I put the youth on a spit, roasted him, and ate him up. He tasted well! 'Then roast and eat me too! cried poor Queen Sundran; and with the words she threw herself into the sacred fire and became sati for the love of the beautiful Jogi Rasalu.
So the seventy maidens, merry and careless, full of smiles and laughter, climbed into the one swing, and Raja Rasalu, standing in his shining armour, fastened the ropes to his mighty bow, and drew it up to its fullest bent. Then he let go, and like an arrow the swing shot into the air, with its burden of seventy fair maidens, merry and careless, full of smiles and laughter.
And, now I am dead, Sins, heavy as lead, Will give me no rest in my grave! So the night passed on, dark and dreary, while Rasalu sat in the graveyard and talked to the headless corpse. Now when morning broke and Rasalu said he must continue his journey, the headless corpse asked him whither he was going; and when he said.
But Rasalu rose up in his shining armour, tender-hearted and strong, saying, "Not so, oh king! She has done no evil. Give me this child to wife; and if you will vow, by all you hold sacred, never again to play chaupur for another's head, I will spare yours now!"
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