“It is the thoroughbreds living in your own house.”
“But how can we know they are the guilty ones?”
“I will prove it to you.”
“Prove it then, O sage!”
“Send for the thoroughbreds, and have a little buttermilk and Dabba grass brought in.”
The king did so; and the Great Being said, “Have the grass crushed in the buttermilk, and give the dogs to drink.”
The king did so; and each of the dogs, as they drank it, vomited it up,—and bits of leather with it.
Then the king was delighted as with a decision by the all-wise Buddha himself; and gave up his sceptre to the Bodisat. But the Bodisat preached the law to the king in the ten verses on righteousness, from the story of the Three Birds, beginning—
Walk righteously, O great king!...
And confirming the king in the Five Commandments, and exhorting him thenceforward to be unweary (in well doing), he returned to the king his sceptre.