And after three days the King returned; but the second eagle stopped him.
“Have you never”, he said, “done harm to another, to rob him of his riches?”
And the King said, “Yes—often.”
“Then fast and pray for three days,” said the eagle, “and come again.”
And so each time that the King returned to mount the throne, an eagle spoke and showed some evil of his life, and the King went away sorrowful to his three days’ fasting.
And last of all there was only one eagle left; and the King came walking slowly: “This time I must sit on the throne,” was his thought.
But “Stop!” said likewise this eagle also, “unless you can tell me that your heart is as pure as the heart of a child.”
And the King looked within, and found his heart not as the heart of a child.
“I am not worthy,” said the King.
But he knew that the last eagle had solved the mystery of the green mound of grass. The throne of Vikramaditya, where the shepherd boy did justice, was denied to him, the great and mighty King.