The King of that city in that very manner having prepared quarters, and made ready and given him food and drink, asked, “Where art thou going?” The Prince replied in the same words, “I am going to bring the Jewelled Golden Cock that is at the house of the Rākshasī.” That King also being pleased on account of it gave him a stone, “Should you be unable to escape from the Rākshasī, tell this stone to be created a mountain, and cast it down,” he said.
Taking the charcoal and the stone which those two Kings gave him, he went to yet another city. The King also in that very manner having given him quarters, and food and drink, asked, “Where art thou going?” The Prince in that very way said, “I am going to bring the Jewelled Golden Cock.” That King also being greatly pleased gave him a thorn. “Should you be unable to escape from the Rākshasī, tell a thorn fence to be created, and cast down this thorn,” he said.
On the next day he went to the house of the Rākshasī. She was not at home; the Rākshasī’s daughter was there. That girl having seen the Prince coming and not knowing him, asked, “Elder brother, elder brother, where are you going?”
The Prince said, “Younger sister, I am not going anywhere whatever. I came to beg at your hands the Jewelled Golden Cock which you have got.”
To that she replied, “Elder brother, to-day indeed I am unable to give it. To-morrow I can. Should my mother come now she will eat you; for that reason come and hide yourself.”
Calling him into the house, she put him in a large trunk at the bottom of seven trunks, and shut him up in it.
After a little time had passed, the Rākshasī came back. Having come and seen that the Prince’s horse was there, she asked her daughter, “Whose is this horse?”
Then the Rākshasī’s daughter replied, “Nobody’s whatever. It came out of the jungle, and I caught it to ride on.”
The Rākshasī having said, “If so, it is good,” came in. While lying down to sleep at night the sweet odour of the Prince having reached the Rākshasī, she said to her daughter, “What is this, Bola?[2] A smell of a fresh human body is coming to me.”
Then the Rākshasī’s daughter said, “What, mother! Do you say so? You are constantly eating fresh bodies; how can there not be an odour of them?”