“We cannot.”
“What will you give me if I kill it?”
“Half of our fourfold host.”
The youth Kuśa drew near to the lion and sounded the shell. The lion’s ears burst and it died. Kuśa took it and went to the hill-town and said, “O sirs, here is the lion.”
“Then take the half of our fourfold host.”
“I will leave it in your hands. Give it to me when I come back again,” he said.
He betook himself to the hill-town where his wife was, and went to the house of a chaplet-maker, who said to him, “What are you?”
“I am the son of a chaplet-maker,” he replied.
“What is your name?”
“Vṛiji.”