So the two exchanged places, and the first jackal ran back gladly into the jungles.
On the return of the weaver he, as usual, began to beat the poor creature, who then spoke, and said: “Why are you beating me?”
The weaver, surprised, replied: “I have never heard this jackal speak before!”
“That one has gone, and he tied me here in his place, and told me I should get all sorts of good things to eat; but if you will release me, I will arrange a marriage with a King’s daughter for you.”
“What!” said the man, “I am only a poor weaver, and can you really get me married to a King’s daughter?”
“Yes,” returned the jackal.
So the weaver released it, and turning itself into a Brahmin, it crossed the river and presented itself at the court of a certain Rajah, to whom it said: “O King, I have found a rich weaver-caste Rajah, who wishes your daughter’s hand in marriage.”
The Rajah, much pleased, consented, and the Brahmin, on getting outside the Palace, once more turned into a jackal, and returned to the weaver.
“Follow me,” said he, “and I will take you to the King’s daughter.”
So the weaver took up his blanket, which was all he possessed.