No. 134
The Story of the Rākshasa and the Princess[1]
In a certain country there are a King and a Queen, it is said. The Queen bore a Princess. In that very country there are a Rākshasa and a Rākshasī. The Rākshasī, too, bore a son. In that Princess’s horoscope there was [found] that she will contract marriage with a Rākshasa; in that Rākshasa’s horoscope there was [found] that he will marry a Princess.
After both had become considerably big the King and Queen died; only that Princess is in the palace.
The Rākshasa can create anything [he has] thought of. The Rākshasa thought, “The palace and royal goods that are in the palace all are to disappear.” In that very manner they disappeared.
There not being a place for the Princess to stay in, when she is weeping and weeping the Rākshasa having come there asked at the hand of the Princess, “What are you weeping for?”
Then the Princess said, “I weep as there is not a place for me to be in, and not a thing to eat,—because of that.”
After that the Rākshasa said, “I will give food and clothing; can you come to our house?” Then the Princess said, “I can.”
After that, the Rākshasa and the Princess came to the Rākshasa’s house. Then at the hand of the Rākshasa asked the Rākshasa’s mother, “Who, son, is that?”