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buried the twelve kdoris in the earth. 549. And when the pious king 
turned his face away, he turned himself into a golden pumpkin and went 
to the regions of Patala. 550. Beneath fourteen fathoms of water he 
took his magic seat, and for twelve years he stayed there in contemplation. 
551. When the king turned round again, and could no longer see his Guru, 
he began to weep. 
The Haklot spake. 
552. “ 0 king, why dost thou weep ? For thy sake I have been 
doing penance these twelve years. 553. Where art thou gone, my maid¬ 
servant ? Bring me pan to eat # and then bathe the king, and make him 
put on all the radiancy he can.” 554. The maid-servant brought the 
king after bathing him. The harlot well knew how to spread a bed. 555. 
Over a coarse mat she spread fine mats as high as the chest, and over all 
she laid an indra-kambal .f 556. She made ready cloves,, nutmegs and 
camphor for eating : so much, that there would be no counting the number 
of times the king would spit. 557. As soon as the pious king entered 
into the room, she took him in her lap, and sat him on the bed, and offered 
him a vessel oi pan. 558. “ Eat a khili% of pan, and eat a single betel- 
nut, O king. Lift up thy head and gaze upon this luckless harlot.” 559. 
The king was pleased in his heart when he saw the cloves, nutmegs and 
camphor, and at one time she gave him four or five Ichilis. 560. Once, 
twice, and thrice he bruised the khili in his fingers, and then the warning 
of his mother came into his remembrance. 561. “ Thou art going to a 
far country. Thou wilt dwell in the house of a strange woman. First the 
householder will eat, and then he will think of thee. 562. When thou 
seest an Atita or a Vaishnava do not thou despise him. With thy head 
touching the ground, reverence thou him who weareth a rosary. 563. If 
thou seest a flower, thou shalt not pluck it. If thou seest a bird, thou shalt 
not break its eggs. 564. If thou seest another’s wife, thou shalt not 
smile at her. 565. When thou shalt see the mustard plant scanty, and 
the dub grass thin, then wilt thou know that thou art in a far country.” 
566. When the words of his mother came into his mind, the king cried, 
“ Ram, Ram,” and flung the khili of pan away. 567. Thereupon the 
harlot became angry, “ Why, 0 king of kings, dost thou not eat the pan ? 
For thy sake I have been doing penance these twelve years.” 568. 
She took five Ichilis in her own hand, and put them in the pious king’s 
mouth, but he cast them out, saying “ thu, thud' 569. As the king moved 
* See note to v. 373. 
f A kind of "blanket. 
f See note to v. 53. 
