“No matter for that.”
“My army! Come. Kill this Prince.”
Then the Vaeddās came running, bringing bows and arrows. The Prince having said to the Princess, “You sit down. Look at what I do to these Vaeddās. Don’t cry. The favour of the Gods is for us,” taking his bow, fights with the army of the Vaedda King. Having said, “Shoot! Kill the Prince!” all came, and sprang [forward], and began to shoot. The Prince having given his sword into the hand of his very Princess, taking the bow began to shoot at them.
Well then, all having fallen, a few persons, only, being left over, they bounded off and went away.
At that time the Vaedda King said, “Is He[1] a great clever one! What of my army’s inability! I will not allow Him[1] to take the Princess and go. Come to fight,—we two persons;” and he called him.
Thereupon the Prince, after he (the Vaedda King) took his bow, says, “Not in that way. We two having wrestled, must cut off the head of the person who should fall,” he said.
“It is good. I am satisfied.”
“If so, come. Princess, take this sword of mine,” he said.
At that time, the Vaeddā having looked in the direction of the Princess, and having spoken [to her] without the Prince’s knowing, the Princess was mentally bound to the Vaedda King. He had no beauty,—a very black colour. The Prince was a very beautiful person.
Well then, while they were wrestling, the Vaedda King having got underneath, fell. Then the Prince asked the Princess for the sword. The Princess quickly having given the sheath of the sword to the Prince, gave the sword blade to the Vaedda King. Well then, the Vaedda King cut the Prince’s neck with the sword blade. The Prince died.