Thus both snakes were killed, and all danger from them ceased to exist.
Vickramadit, after the destruction of the snake, improved rapidly, and soon regained his health and strength.
The young wife now turned her attention to the mound of earth, beneath which lay buried treasures.
She employed a few men to dig, and they soon unearthed several ghurras, or earthen vessels, full of priceless gems.
With these she went away, and very soon founded a great city, over which she made her lord King.
Thus Vickramadit once more reigned a King; and no Queen was more famous than the young Princess who had been so cruelly cast adrift by her father.
The old father heard of this new King, and of all the riches and splendour of his Court and Queen; and he sent men to enquire if it were true that his daughter was really as great as people reported.
The men returned and said: “O King, her riches, the magnificence of her Court and Palace, surpass all we have heard; she is indeed a great Queen, and has founded a mighty city.”
The King then owned his mistake, and said: “My daughter was right when she said her greatness was due more to her individual luck than to the mere fact that she happened to be born my daughter; for has she not, in spite of all my ill-treatment of her, risen to be Queen, not of a small kingdom such as mine, but of a world-renowned kingdom.”