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These words Khetu told the king, who heard them, and became furiously 
enraged. 343. The king took his evening towel for washing his body, 
and flung it to Khetu. 344. And Khetu shook that towel, and with it 
bound tightly the lady Mayana, and cast her into the oil. 345. Even as 
the lady Mayana fell amid the oil, the flames rushed up with a roar to 
heaven. 346. Mayana sunk into the oil up to her neck, and, as she did 
so, she took the oil into her hands and patted it into her head as if she were 
bathing. 347. Seeing calamity (approaching) the king became furiously 
enraged. He called Khetu, calling him, “ Slave, slave,” and began to 
abuse him. 348. “Lift up the cover and place it over my mother, and for 
nine days continuously, do thou add fuel to the flames.” 349. One day, 
two days, three days passed away. But Mayana concentrated herself and 
took the form of a grain of mustard. 350. After nine days, Khetu lifted 
up the cover and when he could not see the queen, he began to cry. 351. 
Thus did he say unto the king. “ Thy mother is dead, and gone to Yama’s 
abode. 352. Wherefore dost thou keep thy gdgari on thy head ? Be¬ 
hold (I am unclean) and the assembly of brahmans will not drink water 
at my hand.” 353. The king cried “ Mother, mother” and began to weep. 
The burden oe his song. 
354. “ Fate hath made me motherless, O lord of the unhappy. 
Such was written in my destiny. No longer will I see my mother.” 355. 
He took a handful of twigs in his hand and began to search amidst the oil. 
356. Once, twice and thrice he searched. At the third time of searching 
he fished up the towel. No trace of Mayana’s body was within the fire. 
357. Sixteen men took the cauldron on their shoulders, and they flung out 
the oil at a place where three roads meet. 358. With a loud roar the 
flames rose to heaven, but Mayana in her form of a mustard seed remained 
hidden in the Tub grass. 359. Suddenly Khetu began to weep, and when 
she heard the sound of his -weeping, Mayana felt pity for him. 
Mat aha' spake. 
360. “ Weep not, weep not, Khetu, my servant. Cease thy tears. I 
am Mayana. I have not been burnt within the furnace.” 361. He took 
up the sixty -man cauldron in his hand and brought it before the king. 362. 
Mayana in fact underwent seven ordeals, and passed them all. 
The King spake. 
363. “ Hear, O lady Mayana, my mother. From what siddha hast 
thou learnt thy magic arts ?” 
Mayana' spake. 
364. “ Thou askest me from what holy man I have learned my arts. 
I have learned them from Gorakh Nath himself. 365. I tell thee, learn 
