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Updated: May 6, 2025


Now, when evening came, Raja Rasalu went forth to play chaupur with King Sarkap, and as he passed some potters' kilns he saw a cat wandering about restlessly; so he asked what ailed her, that she never stood still, and she replied, "My kittens are in an unbaked pot in the kiln yonder. It has just been set alight, and my children will be baked alive; therefore I cannot rest!"

"You know, great Kingly child," began Roy, "how Râjah Rasâlu was born and how Râjah Rasâlu set out into the world to seek for fortune, taking with him his dear horse, Baunwa-iraki, his parrot, Kilkila, who had lived with him since he was born, besides the Carpenter-lad and the Goldsmith-lad, who had sworn never to leave their young master.

No sooner did the water-carrier giant see Raja Rasalu riding along on his horse Bhaunr Iraqi and leading the buffalo, than he said to himself, 'Oho! we have a horse extra to-day! I think I will eat it myself, before my brothers see it! Then he reached out his hand, but Rasalu drew his sharp sword and smote the giant's hand off at a blow, so that he fled from him in great fear.

Then Sarkap brought all his skill to bear on the third and last game, saying 'O moulded pieces, favour me to-day! For sooth this is a man with whom I play. No paltry risk but life and death at stake; As Sarkap does, so do, for Sarkap's sake! But Rasalu answered back 'O moulded pieces, favour me to-day! For sooth it is a man with whom I play.

Nevertheless, after some bargaining, he consented at last to sell the kiln, and Rasalu, having searched all the pots, restored the kittens to their mother, and she, in gratitude for his mercy, gave him one of them, saying, "Put it in your pocket, for it will help you when you are in difficulties." So Raja Rasalu put the kitten in his pocket, and went to play chaupur with the King.

However, if you are determined to go and play chaupur with him, take some of the bones from this graveyard, and make your dice out of them, and then the enchanted dice with which my brother plays will lose their virtue. Otherwise he will always win. So Rasalu took some of the bones lying about, and fashioned them into dice, and these he put into his pocket.

Then the second game began, and once more Dhol Raja, the rat, upset the pieces; and Rasalu, losing the game, gave up his faithful steed. Then Bhaunr, the Arab steed, who stood by, found voice, and cried to his master, "Sea-born am I, bought with much gold; Dear Prince! trust me now as of old.

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.

Such things are nought to you, but they are death to us. Let us go! Then Rasalu looked at them sorrowfully, and bade them do as they wished, saying 'Aloes linger long before they flower: Gracious rain too soon is overpast: Youth and strength are with us but an hour: All glad life must end in death at last!

Then he bethought him of the cricket, and drawing the feeler from his pocket, thrust it into the fire. And immediately there was a whirring noise in the air, and a great flight of crickets alighted beside him, and amongst them the cricket whose life he had saved. Then Rasalu said, "Separate the millet seed from the sand."

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