way, and at last, at the king's command, mounted behind on the
horse; so the king found his soldiers and went safely home. And
when he got there, he proclaimed the devotion of the pilgrim, and
made him a rich man, but could not feel that he had paid his debt.
So Good stayed there happily with King Fierce-lion and stopped
living as a pilgrim.

One day the king sent Good to Ceylon to ask for the hand of the
daughter of the King of Ceylon. So he set out after sacrificing to
the proper god, and entered a ship with some Brahmans chosen by
the king. And when the ship had safely reached the middle of the
ocean, there suddenly arose from the waves a very large
flag-pole made of gold, with a top that touched the sky. It was
adorned with waving banners of various colours and was quite
astonishing.

At the same moment the clouds gathered, it began to rain
violently, and a mighty wind blew. And the ship was driven by the
storm winds and caught on the flag-pole. Then the pole began to
sink, dragging the ship with it into the raging waves. And the
Brahmans who were there were overcome with fear and cursed the
name of their king Fierce-lion.

But Good could not endure that because of his devotion to his
king. He took his sword in his hand, girt up his garment, and threw
himself after the flag-pole into the sea. He had no fear of the pole
which seemed a refuge from the ocean. Then as he sank, the ship
was battered by the winds and waves and broke up. And all in it
fell into the mouths of sharks.