And one day he accordingly said to Nanda, “Uncle! is there any money which my father buried?”
“Yes, Sir!” said he.
“Where is it buried?”
“In the forest, Sir.”
“Then come along there.” And taking a spade and a bag, he went to the place whereabouts the treasure was, and said, “Now, uncle, where is the money?”
But when Nanda had got up on to the spot above the treasure, he became so proud of it, that he abused his young master roundly, saying, “You servant! You son of a slave-girl! Where, then, did you get treasure from here?”
The young master made as though he had not heard the abuse; and simply saying, “Come along, then,” took him back again. But two or three days after he went to the spot again; when Nanda, however, abused him as before.
The young man gave him no harsh word in reply, but turned back, saying to himself,—
“This slave goes to the place fully intending to point out the treasure; but as soon as he gets there, he begins to be insolent. I don’t understand the reason of this. But there’s that squire, my father’s friend. I’ll ask him about it, and find out what it is.”
So he went to the Bodisat, told him the whole matter, and asked him the reason of it.