Then the Rākshasa cried, “Hū,” eight miles away. The girl said, “There! The Rākshasa cried, ‘Hū,’ eight miles away.” Continuing to say, “He will cry, ‘Hū,’ the next time, and then come here,” the girl wept.
The Prince, having told the girl not to weep, took the sword in his hand, and while he was there the Rākshasa, crying “Hū,” came into the open space near the house.
Then the Prince chopped at the Rākshasa with his sword, and the Rākshasa went backward. Thereupon the Prince said, “Will not even the Rākshasī whom I set free that day without killing her, render assistance in this?”
The Rākshasī came immediately, and struck a thorn into the crown of the Rākshasa’s head, and at that very instant the Rākshasa died. After that, the Prince buried the body, and marrying the girl remained there.
When he had been there a long time, a widow-mother came and said to the Prince and the girl, “Children, I will come and live with you, as you are alone.” Both of them said “Hā,” so the woman stayed there.
After she had lived there a long time, the woman said to the girl, “Daughter, ask in what place is the life of the Prince.”
Afterwards the girl said to the Prince, “Mother is asking where your life is.”
The Prince said, “My life is in my neck.”
The girl told the woman, “I asked him; he said his life is in his neck.”
The woman said, “It is not in the neck. He is speaking falsely. Ask again.” So the girl asked again.