“Having cooked the lump of rice I can give it, indeed. How will you take it and go?” she said.
Then the Turtle said, “Having put the cooked rice in a bag, place it on my back and tie it. I am able to take it and go,” he said.
After having placed it on his back and tied it, the same Turtle, having gone on the journey, while on the road went to a screen formed by Mahamidi [trees].[7] Having gone there and unfastened the packet of cooked rice, and removed and put aside the turtle jacket, he ate the lump of cooked rice. Having eaten and finished, he hid the turtle jacket, and went on the journey [in the form of a Prince].
When he was going on the journey, it having become night while he was on the road he went to the house of a widow-mother. Having gone [there], “Mother, you must give me a resting-place,” he said.
Then the widow-mother said, “A resting-place indeed I can give,” she said; “to give to eat [there is] not a thing.”
“If so, no matter for the food; should you give me only the resting-place it will do,” he said.
Then the widow-mother asked, “Where are you, son, going?” she asked.
Then he said, “I am going for the Jewelled Cock at the Rākshasa’s house,” he said.
The widow-mother then said, “Son, go you to [your] village without speaking [about it]. People, many multitudes in number, having stayed in the resting-place here, went for the Fire Cock. Except that they went, they did not bring the Fire Cock. Because it is so don’t you go.”
Then he said, “However much you, mother, should say it, I indeed must really go.”