विक्रम चरित (उज्जैन सम्राट् विक्रमादित्य - पराक्रम, न्याय एवं ३२ पुतलियों की कथा सटीक)

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last grand entertainment, which hospitality Charoo could
not well refuse, so he consented. Next day the birds
regaled him on the choicest and most delicate fruits, and in
the evening he took his leave and set out on his return.
The birds accompanied him a great distance, and expressed
much sorrow and many good wishes at parting.
“Charoo travelled with all haste to the city of Badrika-
dar: on approaching the cottage of the hermit he went in,
and communicated to him his success, at the same time
returning him sincere and heartfelt thanks for the valuable
information he had given him; and on the following day,
having received the hermit’s blessing, he renewed his jour-
ney. In a few days he arrived safely at the court of the king
of Kanchunpoory, who instantly recognised him, and received
him with every demonstration of pleasure and a right
hearty welcome. He led him to the apartment of the
princess, who expressed as much joy at his return as if he
were already her lawful husband. ‘Dear Charoo,’ said she,
‘I do not know how I shall be able to prove to you my
gratitude for so great a regard as you have shown for me in
the hazardous task you have performed. I see from your
face that you have succeeded. Please, then, disclose to me
all you know. I am so impatient to hear it that I have
not known a moment's rest since you left us, and I have
been continually watching for your return. Let me now
have the pleasure of listening to your adventures, in which
there must be a great deal of the wonderful.’ Charoo,
being thus pressed, after acknowledging her love and
sympathy, began his narrative. He had related about two-
thirds, when the princess desired him to stop, saying she
was perfectly satisfied, and declaring to the king her inten-
tion of receiving Charoo for her husband forthwith.
Preparations were accordingly made, in a style befitting the
occasion, for the celebration of the marriage.
“Had the Princess Chitrangee heard the whole relation
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been removed from this world to the heavens, according to
the words of Indra, who had said that so soon as she could
gain a perfect account of the mountain of Chitrakoot, she
would be restored to her former position. But this would
have caused her to be faithless to her love; and she there-
fore cut him short when he had proceeded with but two-
thirds of the narrative, intending to reserve the conclusion
until she should feel disposed to put an end to her
earthly career.
"The king caused great preparations to be made, and
the whole city was soon in a tumult of joy at the news of
the approaching nuptials. The day fixed for the union
having at length arrived, it was solemnised with much pomp
and splendour, and to the perfect satisfaction of all parties.
The king presented his son-in-law on the occasion with
half of his dominions, as a marriage portion, so great was
his joy at the happy termination of his daughter's settle-
ment in life. Charoo remained at the court of his father-
in-law, and gained the affection and regard of the whole
community by his complacency and affability.
"The newly-married couple lived comfortably together
for some time. One day, however, Chitrangee's reflections
turned on her former happy condition—the felicity she had
enjoyed at Chitrakoot—and how she had always had the
honor of being summoned to Indra's palace, where, in the
society of angels and celestial beings, she had no wish left
unaccomplished. Compared to that, her present life was a
mere blank. She therefore resolved on returning thither and
resuming her former state, and with that view she requested
Charoo, who happened to be in the room with her, to relate
to her the whole of his adventures at the Chitrakoot moun-
tain, as she had a great desire to hear them. Poor Charoo,
unsuspicious of the consequences, proceeded at once to
satisfy her; he loved her so fondly, so passionately, that
even had he divined the effect of his recital, it is more than
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when his wife fell as it were into a swoon, and immediately
expired in his arms. Charoo thought she had merely fainted,
so he endeavoured by every means in his power to restore
her to animation, but to no purpose—she was past all
remedy. He cried loudly for help, and the attendants
poured in forthwith from every side, some of them
hastening to acquaint the king with the sad disaster.
The king and queen soon burst into the room together,
wild with frenzy and grief. Charoo communicated the
circumstances attending the demise, or swoon as he all
along took it to be, of the princess. A physician was
instantly sent for, who arrived in all haste, but in vain was
everything done that art and experience, combined with
great professional skill, could suggest. The whole place, as
may be supposed, was plunged into inconsolable grief by
this sad occurrence. The cries of Charoo rent the air, and
the king and queen were loud in their lamentations. As
soon as the news got abroad, the king's relatives, courtiers,
and officials all flocked round the corpse of the beautiful
princess, and not a dry eye was visible amongst the vast
number of men and women there assembled. After their
grief had a little subsided, preparations were made for the
funeral, at which Charoo himself performed the ceremony
of applying fire to the pile. The other obsequies, as usual
on such an occasion, were continued for twelve days, accord-
ing to the prescribed form.
"When Chitrangee's soul had re-entered her celestial
frame on the Chitrakoot mountain, she awoke as though
from a sound sleep, so sudden was the transition; and she
began at once to enjoy, as she had done before, more
perfect happiness than is ever known in the world, save in
imagination. The people of the place were also freed from
the temporary trance in which Charoo had found them when
he visited the city; and they resumed their business exactly
at the point at which it was discontinued when their anima-
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respective owners, and they complained to Chitrangee.
They had seen who did the mischief, though powerless to
prevent it; they accordingly told Chitrangee that a certain
young man had been there who had confused and mixed
their goods, and had even wantonly destroyed some
property, and they appealed to her for justice. She smiled,
and advised them to divide their goods equally, instead of
disputing or quarrelling about them, and thus she brought
the matter to an amicable settlement. Chitrangee knew
very well that it was Charoo who had done it, as he was the
only one who had visited her dominions during her absence.
“When the funeral obsequies of Chitrangee were over,
Charoo gave himself up to uncontrollable grief. Every
object in his apartment reminded him of her whom he
adored. He sighed as often as he beheld them, and amid
a flood of tears gave vent to his feelings in the following
and similar words, uttered in a thrilling and heartrending
tone:—‘Oh my beloved princess! my charming angel!
my ever dear and chaste wife!—why leave me thus lonely
and desolate in the midst of wealth and splendour? How
unaccountable to me is your sudden transition! I am left
to deplore your loss, without a single source of consolation
—without one ray of hope!’ He frequently fell into long
swoons, and on recovering from one of these, for about the
twentieth time, he thought within himself how useless and
even painful it would be for him to remain there any longer,
now that he was bereft of his greatest stay in life—his
beloved and unequalled consort. He showed daily the most
unequivocal signs of a broken and bleeding heart, and at
last he determined to visit the friendly hermit, and to
acquaint him with the affliction with which he had been
visited. He accordingly applied to the king his father-in-
law for permission to depart, who was struck with the worn-
out and dismal aspect he presented. ‘Alas, dear Charoo!’
said the afflicted monarch, ‘I am sorry to learn your deter-
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you, for your looks and dignified demeanour won my affec-
tion. Being now old and -infirm, and without an heir to
succeed me, I feel great pleasure and gratification in offering
you the crown. I have now only one daughter left to be
the solace of my declining years: her beauty and accom-
plishments are like those of her departed sister, and worthy
of a prince or of a person of your exalted qualifications and
worth. Instead of leaving me, then, stay and receive her
hand and the crown which I now offer to you. It is time
for me to rest from the labour of ruling these dominions.
I have borne it long enough; and nothing could give me
greater satisfaction, under the circumstances, than to
entrust the well-being of my people to your hands, and to
see you ruling in my stead, for I am satisfied that you are
worthy in every respect of so responsible a trust. If you
refuse, dear Charoo, to comply with my request, it will
grieve me nearly as much as did the loss of my beloved
daughter Chitrangee, and I cannot but sink under the
double stroke, if I may so call it. Decide at once,—
whether you will doom me to death, or, by your aid and
solace, in some degree assuage the violence of my grief.'
Charoo felt much afflicted at the sad situation of the aged
monarch, but he had at the same time fully made up his
mind to visit the hermit, and, by unbosoming his sorrows
to him, seek consolation from his learned counsel. He felt
as though nothing short of the advice of such a man could
tranquillise his mind; he patiently listened, however, to all
the king had to say, and then addressed him in these
words:—'Sire, in the first place I am under a deep debt of
gratitude to you for all you have done—for the immense
favors and honors you have conferred on me. I thank you
most sincerely and from the depth of my heart, and will not
fail to implore heaven to return to you a thousand-fold the
wealth and honor you have lavished on me,—that every
species of blessing may attend you throughout life,—that
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wounded in this heart of mine by the death of my adored
wife, to find any relief by entering into the government of
these vast dominions,—in fact, just at present I feel myself
quite incapable of undertaking so great and responsible a
task. You will therefore, I trust, excuse me. It pains me
much, after what you have said, to add to your griefs by
my refusal of the proffered crown, but I do not feel myself
justified in accepting it while aware of the impossibility of
my being able to acquit myself in a manner worthy of your-
self, the enlightened people of the land, and of my own
personal dignity. I beg your majesty will not importune
me any further on this subject, as I have now assigned my
reasons for setting my heart against it. My resolution has
been taken,—I must set out; and your permission to do so
is all I now seek.’ The king at last, though much against
his will, agreed to let Charoo have his own way. Their
parting was very affecting, and tasked the firmness of both.
At length, with mutual expressions of consolation, and with
many fond embraces, they parted, Charoo directing his steps
towards the hermit’s lonely dwelling.

CHAPTER XIV.
Continuation of the tale—Being interrupted by the Princess Pudma-
vutty, Veytal relates the story of the Angel of the Sea and the
Two Birds.
“IT would be difficult to conceive the extent of the grief
which weighed down Charoo at being compelled to refuse
the generous and disinterested offer his father-in-law had
made him—that of the crown and the hand of his youngest
daughter Soondra.* As he wended his lonely way in pro-
secution of his journey, he scarcely noticed external objects,
so fully absorbed was he in contemplation of past events,
and of the bereavement under which he was then suffering.
His days were spent in tears and lamentations, and his
nights in restless inquietude. The image of his wife was
ever before his eyes; and he travelled along for a time
without any settled purpose, and without knowing whither
he went. At length he collected his scattered thoughts,
and directed his steps towards the city of Badrikadar.
Having arrived there, he hastened to the hermit’s cell,
there to unburden himself of his load of grief, in the hope of
finding relief. He prostrated himself, as was customary,
at the hermit’s feet, and then at once entered into a relation
of his distressing case, at the conclusion of which he
besought the venerable man’s advice. The hermit, after a
long silence, during which he carefully weighed in his mind
the circumstances related, directed Charoo to visit once
more the friendly geese, and by their aid make another
journey to the Chitrakoot mountain, where he would
doubtlessly discover a solution of the mystery in which the
sudden death of the princess his wife was shrouded, and

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perhaps gain some information which would enable him to
find her. Charoo sincerely thanked the hermit, and after-
receiving his blessing, set out again towards Himonchul.
When he arrived at the summit of the hill, he did not
pause until he had reached the Vur tree occupied by the
royal birds. He was again received by them as before,
with welcome and kind regard ; they addressed him as an
old friend and acquaintance. The disconsolate Charoo,
after the usual salutations and a due acknowledgment of
their invaluable aid and kind solicitude, informed them of
all that had occurred to him since he had been last with
them, and dwelt long on the painful loss of his beautiful
and much-loved wife. The birds deeply sympathised with
him, and desired him to moderate his grief, offering at the
same time every assistance in their power to lessen the
weight of his affliction. They voluntarily offered to
transport him to the Chitrakoot mountain, and said that
they would wait his convenience and pleasure in bringing
him back. Charoo was highly pleased, and in some degree
restored to composure by so much civility and kindness,
and he unfeignedly thanked them, in suitable terms.
“ The following day, one of the birds went as usual for
their food, taking with him the widowed Charoo, whom he
conveyed safely to Chitrakoot, and before leaving him asked
him whether he wished to return that day, or to remain on
the mountain, so that he might call for him on his way
home if necessary. Charoo replied that he did not know
when he would be ready to return. ‘I fear, however,’
said he, ‘that when I wish to do so I shall be unable to
find you.’ The bird told him not to be apprehensive on
that account, for that they called there about noon every
day, on their way to and from the celestial regions, and that
when he felt inclined to return he need only come and wait
there, and he would surely meet with one or other of them.
Charoo thanked the friendly bird, and after having taken
leave of him, proceeded to the town. He went into the
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goods, and was agreeably surprised to find the inhabitants
once more in motion and engaged in their respective
callings. Some of them, who recognised Charoo as the
former offender, seized him, and a few even ill-treated him.
At length they took him before their sovereign, who was no
other than the beautiful Chitrangee, and addressed her in
the following words :—‘ Good sovereign, we have this day
seized the mischievous fellow who destroyed and commingled
our property on a former occasion, and who is doubtless
come again with the same evil intention. We appeal to
you for justice, and trust you will punish him as he
deserves.’ Chitrangee looked at their prisoner, and at once
recognised in him her husband Charoo. She was so over-
joyed that she could hardly contain herself, so she desired
the people to leave him there, promising them that she
would see justice done. The prisoner was thereupon taken
charge of by her attendants, and by her orders conducted
to her private apartment. Charoo could not repress his
surprise at the wonderful change he beheld in everything
from what he saw on his former visit, and while he was
revolving this in his mind, and trying to assign some cause
for it, he was led away, not to prison, but to a richly-furnished
apartment. He imagined that the sovereign who now treated
him so kindly and the lady he saw on his last visit lying in the
alcove asleep, and whose beauty made such a deep impres-
sion on him, were one and the same person. He was, how-
ever, soon after visited by the queen, attended by two slaves.
Chitrangee could not help smiling when she saw Charoo
gazing on her in evident confusion, as though he had been
struck at first sight by her beauty. She on her part felt
the deepest emotion, and, approaching her husband with
tearful eyes, prostrated herself before him, saying, ‘ Dear
Charoo!—I am agitated to tears with the unspeakable joy
I experience at seeing you! Your presence in this place is
more acceptable to me than heaps of wealth or any amount
of splendour. You have dispelled the darkness of my soul,—
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thus coming to my place of residence, the force of your
affection for me, and believe me, mine is not less !' ' I
believe you,' replied Charoo, ' else why those tears—those
tears of joy, and this eagerness and fond solicitude ? I
cannot doubt that you are my own Chitrangee, in a far
more perfect form. But yet how cruelly have you not
behaved to me, in pretending to expire ! I have not had a
moment's peace since our separation. Still, great as have
been my sufferings, I have borne all with fortitude, for
something within me whispered that we should some day
meet again, though I never once expected it would be so
soon. My tears hinder my saying more !' Charoo here
wept copiously, and he felt refreshed thereby. Chitrangee
asked pardon for the deception she had been guilty of, and
informed Charoo of all the particulars regarding herself—how
she had been condemned by Indra to live in the world, and
by what means she had regained her former position. She
was delighted indeed to see Charoo there, though she
grieved to see the havoc which her separation from him had
caused : he was but the shadow of his former self, owing to
the uneasiness of mind he had suffered and the fatigues of
his journey. Chitrangee lost no time, after full explanations
had been given and received, in ordering a splendid bath
to be prepared, where Charoo indulged in a luxury to which
he had been for some time a stranger, after which she
perfumed his person, and, having arrayed him in a complete
suit of the richest materials, ornamented with the finest
pearls and diamonds, conveyed him to a large hall, where
they sat down together on a sandal-wood zopala,* Charoo
feeling greatly improved, both in person and spirits, and the
pleasure he experienced beaming from his sparkling eyes.
The slaves were left standing at a distance from the happy
couple, in order that they might converse more freely.
When dinner was ready, they adjourned to another room,
and there partook of it together, after which they sat

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conversing until a late hour in the evening, when they
retired to rest.
“Four months soon slipped by, and still Charoo remained
at Chitrakoot, in the enjoyment of every pleasure in its
highest perfection. One day, while seated with his beloved
Chitrangee, he observed that the palace in which they lived
had seven stories. He had not noticed this before; he
therefore desired Chitrangee to show them to him. She
accordingly took him to the first of the upper stories, which
was decorated with costly materials and splendid furniture
of the greatest rarity. She then led him into another, and
so on to the last. In each he found much to admire and a
great deal to enquire about. When they came to the
seventh story, Charoo saw a large bherry* lying in a corner,
and he asked Chitrangee to allow him to play on it. She,
however, begged of him not to do so, saying that if the
sound reached Indra's court, his majesty would instantly
send for her. Charoo, regardless of this advice, took the
sticks and began to play. Immediately after the sound
had died away, a messenger arrived from the Amravutty,†
intimating to Chitrangee that his majesty remembered her,
and commanded her to attend forthwith at his royal
mansion. She had no alternative but to obey; so she at
once ordered her trumpeters and attendants to get ready.
She then proceeded to her own apartment, and, having
arrayed herself in her finest apparel, informed Charoo that
she was going to Indra's palace, he having sent for her,
owing to the sounding of the drum. ‘I know,’ said she,
‘that he has sent for me to sing and dance before him, so I
must go without demur. You will remain here until I
return. I shall soon be back.’ Charoo disliked being left
alone, and expressed a desire to accompany her, but
Chitrangee advised him not to present himself at the court
of Indra, as she feared something might happen to cause
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their separation again. ‘Did I not,’ said she in conclusion,
‘forbid you to beat the drum?’ Notwithstanding all she
said, Charoo obstinately determined to go with her, and
asked her to transform him into a fly, and to take him on
her bosom. She could not refuse to do this, and in this
manner they went to the Amravutty. When they arrived
there, Chitrangee found that Indra’s court was full of
angels and other spiritual beings. She proceeded to pay
her homage to Indra in the usual form, and then took her
allotted place among the others. The angels were much
disconcerted at the sight of Chitrangee’s beauty, for in
that respect she far excelled them all. Indra bade her be
seated, and then with much attention and solicitude enquired
after her health and condition. She replied that ‘she was
very happy, through his generosity and liberality. After a
few more questions, which were appropriately replied to, he
desired her to sing. She bowed her head in token of
obedience, and then commenced singing, with such eloquent
pathos and sweetness as to ravish the ears of all present.
Indra himself was completely under Chitrangee’s influence,
so great an effect did her song produce on him. She
continued singing in the same admirable strain till near the
conclusion, when all at once her voice unfortunately failed
her, and all the effect she had before produced was lost in
the ridicule created by this mishap. Indra became highly
incensed at this, and passionately exclaimed, ‘O thou wicked
woman! unworthy of the honor I have deigned to bestow
on you!—go hence, and be transformed into a black moun-
tain of sixty yojuns in length, in the province of Marwar.’
He had scarcely ended these words, when poor Chitrangee
fell into a swoon, on recovering from which she addressed
Indra, with trembling and fear, in the most moving terms.
‘Oh, my gracious lord!’ said she, ‘do not, I entreat you,
punish me so rigorously for the offence I have unwittingly
committed! Be merciful, and I promise never more to be
guilty of the like! I repent of it, and will be more careful
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and considering that she had but just returned from under-
going his former sentence of punishment, said, ‘Fear not!—
you will soon be relieved; for if the mountain be broken to
pieces, you will be restored to your enjoyments, and once
more admitted into my palace.’ Again bowing her head,
she returned to her abode in deep concern, as she could not,
she knew, expect any further mitigation than had been
already vouchsafed her. The first thing she did on her
return home was to restore Charoo to his former shape, and
inform him of the decree that had been passed against her
by Indra. Charoo regretted exceedingly the folly he had
been guilty of, in beating the drum, which had resulted in
such woeful consequences. However, he told her not to be
disheartened, but to place her reliance on God, who is both
powerful and merciful, and would most assuredly save her
from the impending evil. ‘I will also,’ continued he,
‘strive my utmost to be of service to you.’ After this
dialogue they sat down to eat, but they could not swallow
their food, for their hearts were heavy. The whole of the
day was spent in vain regrets and sad reflections. At night
they retired to bed as usual, but as soon as Chitrangee fell
asleep she became inanimate, and at that very instant the
black mountain was to be seen in the province of Marwar,
as Indra had willed. Moreover, the whole population of
Chitrangee’s dominions were once more thrown into the
state in which Charoo found them when he visited that place
on the first occasion,—motionless, though with the full use
of their senses. Charoo, as a human being, was the only
one who had not fallen under this general visitation of
Indra’s ire. He arose early next morning, and surveyed
the town and all in it with wondering eyes and a failing
heart. He thought it would be impossible for him to
remain there any longer, without a single living creature
with whom he could converse, so he repaired to the place to
which the bird had directed him if he wanted any aid. He
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saluted the bird, and when asked whether it was his inten-
tion to return, he replied in the affirmative. The bird
desired him to sit on his back as before, and in the shortest
possible time he was once more transported to the abode of
the royal geese, who received him with a hearty welcome,
and regaled him in the best possible manner. He spent
that night in their company, and the next morning, after
returning suitable thanks to them, he set forward on
his journey.
“In a few days he arrived at the city of Badrikadar, and
hastened to the hermit’s cell, who had ever some advice in
store for the unfortunate Charoo. He related all that had
occurred to him since his last visit, after which the hermit
told him that there was a certain king in Marwar whose
dominions were very extensive. ‘The black mountain into
which Chitrangee has been transformed must be in his
territory,’ said he; ‘go therefore to his court, in the guise
of a Mahaunt,* and tell him that a new black mountain
has just sprung up in his kingdom, which will daily increase,
and in time not only cover his whole realm, but will also
kill all the inhabitants, without a single exception. This
will throw him into great consternation, and I have no
doubt he will ask your advice as to what steps he ought to
adopt to prevent the evil; you can then tell him he must
employ a large number of masons and stonecutters to hew it
down.’ Thanking the hermit for this piece of friendly
advice, Charoo set out for Marwar.
“When he arrived he saw the mountain situated there:
it was of a jet black colour. He crossed about sixteen yojuns
to the southward, and entered the king’s court, where he
was very kindly received. When the counterfeit Mahaunt
had represented fully the mischief that would accrue by the
increase of the black mountain, the king exhibited much
astonishment and fear. After in vain trying to devise in his
own mind some means to avert the danger, he asked the

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Mahaunt's advice, who answered thus:—' Is there not a
minister or an astrologer at your majesty's court, who can by
his judgment and wisdom suggest some plan? If there be
none such, my advice would be that you employ immediately
a large number of stonecutters and labourers to hew down
the mountain, and thus save your kingdom from the utter
ruin with which it is threatened. Be not apprehensive, but
act as I have now suggested.' The king asked the minister
why he had not mentioned to him the sudden appearance of
the mountain, and appeared much enraged. The minister
begged his majesty's pardon, and without any loss of time
employed a great many stonecutters and others to demolish
the black mountain. Next day the king set off to see it,
accompanied by the Mahaunt, the minister, and some other
officials, and was much astonished at its size and peculiar
colour. The labourers were all very busy, cutting it away
piecemeal; and there seemed a fair chance of its being
speedily removed altogether, to judge from the great number
of men employed. The Măhaunt was very liberally enter-
tained for some time by the king and his courtiers, as a
benefactor who had by his timely notice and advice saved
their country from ruin. At length he asked for permission
to depart, which gave the king much concern, as he would fain
have retained him in the palace. With this view the king
said he would confer on him the honors and emoluments of
his minister, to which the Mahaunt replied, 'I have no incli-
nation whatever to remain, however exalted the position you
may allot to me. I was on my way to Swethbund Ramesh-
wer on a pilgrimage, when I saw the great evil which was
impending over your kingdom; I therefore turned from my
way to acquaint you with it. It is the duty of every man to
act thus when it lies in his power.' The king and his
courtiers conceived a great regard and veneration for this
Mahaunt, and they pressed him very much to accept diffe-
rent costly presents, all of which, however, he firmly declined.
The king then thanked him in the most grateful manner,
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saving the lives and properties of all his subjects, by which
he had placed each and all of them under the greatest of
obligations to him. A large retinue was ordered to attend
him on his departure, the king himself following him out of
the city, where, after having once more renewed his acknow-
ledgments, they parted, with many kind expressions of
sympathy and regard.
"As soon as the black mountain had been demolished,
and the place where it had stood made into a level plain,
Chitrangee arose from her couch, on which she had lain
inanimate since the night after her return from Indra's
palace; and at the same time the whole capital once more
recovered from its death-like state. Chitrangee rejoiced that
her punishment had been but of short duration, and she
eagerly looked forward to the arrival of her beloved Charoo.
The latter, as may be supposed, made all possible haste to
reach Badrikadar, and on his arrival there he informed the
hermit of his success. He remained with him for a few
days, being greatly worn out by his journey, after which,
having recruited his strength, he proceeded to the Himon-
chul mountain, where he again met with the royal birds,
who were glad to see him. Next day he was conveyed to
Chitrakoot, as he desired, and after thanking the friendly
bird who had transported him on his back, he entered the
town, at the improved aspect of which he was once more
delighted, as well as with the happy condition in which he
found all the inhabitants. Chitrangee, who was hourly
expecting Charoo, perceived him at a distance, and she ran
and embraced him with great joy and affection. After a
short repose, he acquainted her with his adventure, and by
what means he had obtained her release. Chitrangee
renewed her fond and endearing caresses, and praised him
for his tact and ability."
The Princess Pudmavuntty here interrupted the Rajhouse,
and observed how wonderful it was that a goose—a bird of
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the air with Charoo on her back, and convey him such a
distance. "Do not be surprised at that, my good and
gracious lady," replied the Rajhouse; "I am glad to observe
your spirit of enquiry, and I will satisfy you that the Sarjah
rides on the goose, the Kartick Swamy on the peacock, and
Vishnoo on the Garood.* These birds ascend with their
riders on their backs, with such speed and velocity that in
a very short time they traverse great distances. Permit me
to relate to your highness an unheard-of story on the subject.
THE STORY OF THE ANGEL, OR SOVEREIGN RULER OF
THE SEA, AND THE TWO BIRDS CALLED TITVI.†
"There lived at one time a pair of birds called Titvi,
who inhabited a certain locality on the sea-shore, where they
were spending their days in peace and plenty. One day
the birds went out, leaving their nest unprotected, and in it
some eggs on which the female bird was at that time sitting.
A malicious frog, who had conceived a hatred against them,
availed himself of their absence to steal the eggs, out of
mere spite, and took them away to his abode, in a hole
under a rock by the sea-shore. When the birds returned
to their nest, they were much grieved to find their eggs
missing, and they became very disconsolate. Looking about
them, they saw the print of the frog's feet on the sand, and
from this they were convinced that he was the thief.
Having made this discovery, the female bird said to her
companion, 'We have been deprived of our eggs by a mean
despicable frog who lives near us : shall we not go to the
angel who is the sovereign ruler of the sea, and complain to
him of the injury that has been done us?' 'Certainly!'
replied the male bird. So they applied to the angel, in a
most humble and supplicatory manner, for the restoration
of their eggs, but he gave little heed to their represen-

• The bird and vehicle of Vishnoo. He is generally represented
  as the king of the birds.
  † A bird, Parra Jacana, or Goensis.

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tations. The poor birds were very much dissatisfied with
the manner in which the angel treated their complaint,
and they returned to their dwelling more disconsolate than
ever. While sitting brooding over their ill-fortune, they
hit upon the following expedient, by way of retaliation on
the angel ruler: 'Let us,' said they, 'dry up the water
from the sea, so that the subjects of the angel may suffer
thirst for his having refused to attend to our just prayers.'
Having resolved upon this, they set about it in right good
earnest, and with their little beaks, drop after drop, they
commenced emptying the ocean. They had not been long
employed in this manner when Narud Moonee* happened
to pass by, to whom they represented their grievances.
Moonee assured the birds that he would procure them every
satisfaction, and said, 'Do not disturb yourselves, but be
easy in your minds. Depend on me: I will endeavour to
have your eggs safely restored to you.' This assurance
delighted the birds, and they continued their task with great
energy. The Moonee, after being made fully acquainted
with the grievances of the Titvis, bent his steps towards the
residence of the chief of the birds. When he arrived there
he began by stating that the angel ruler of the sea was so
haughty and proud that he scrupled not to allow the greatest
indignities to be offered to the noble family of birds; he
then entered into an explanation of the cause which led him
thither—namely, the grievous wrong sustained by the Titvis.
He also made the following observations:—'It would be
a glorious action on your part to out-brave a power you can
no longer revere. Now, let me see how you will resent the
insult offered to your race by the angel ruler of the sea.
For a frog, the meanest of the mean, to have perpetrated
this outrage on any of your subjects, detracts much from
your honor.' The Garood, as tenacious of his rights over
his subjects as he was revengeful by nature, set out with

• The son of Brahma, and one of the ten original Mooni or Rishee.
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the Moonee, accompanied by the chiefs of the birds and
their families, to the sea-shore, where they found both the
Titvis engaged in the difficult exploit of drying up the sea.
They all fell to, and simultaneously commenced to aid the
efforts of the outraged birds: They also forcibly and -
unsparingly seized with their sharp talons the largest fishes
of the deep, and thus spread death and ruin around. The
angel, perceiving the immense loss of his subjects, and the
innumerable host opposed to him, was so intimidated that
he approached the Garood in the most abject terror, and
requested a truce, which was granted after an ample apology
had been tendered to the Titvis, and their eggs restored to
them uninjured.
“This example,” continued the Rajhouse, “serves to
show that birds are not to be despised as a weak race.
They are endowed by nature with the power of traversing
the wide expanse of air, and they are capable of achieving
great ends, even that of resenting any wanton or cruel
injury inflicted on them.” To the Rajhouse, Charoo on
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CHAPTER XV.
Veytal concludes his story and disappears—King Vickramadetea cele-
brates the marriage of Prince Duutsain with the Princess Pudma-
vautty, after which he departs from their palace with the brahmin
Somedut, who is still in the form of a parrot.
“THREE months of uninterrupted happiness, and the
enjoyment of every kind of pleasure, were experienced by
Charoo and his beloved spouse on the Chitrakoot mountain.
At the end of that time, being one day on the uppermost
story of their palace, viewing the surrounding scenery and
the vast extent of the city, Charoo was struck with the sight
of the celestial birds and trees which surrounded the palace.
At the same time, happening to look towards the bherry,
which stood close beside him, he felt a strong inclination to
play on it again. He addressed his wife, and asked her to
join him in doing so, but she refused, well knowing the
consequences that would result therefrom. She remained
silently watching him, not deigning to give him any further
answer. Charoo took up the two sticks that were attached
to the bherry, and commenced sounding it. While engaged
in this amusement, the sound reached Amravutty, and was
heard by Indra, who immediately felt an inclination to hear
the melodious singing of the lovely Chitrangee, so he ordered
his attendants to summon her to his presence. One of the
attendants accordingly set out to convey the order to Chi-
trangee, and having arrived at her palace and communicated
his royal master’s wishes, he requested her to lose no time in
obeying them. She immediately went into her apartment,
gorgeously dressed and bedecked herself, and was about to
set off with the messenger, but before leaving her palace
she addressed Charoo as follows:—‘ I pray you, dear
Charoo, to remain here until I return from the court of