Then the monk took the king aside and said: "O hero, there is a
business in which I need help. So I ask for your help in it, because
you are a brave man." And the king promised his assistance.

Then the monk was pleased, and said again: "O King, on the last
night of the waning moon, you must go to the great cemetery at
nightfall, and come to me under the fig-tree." Then the king said
"Certainly," and Patience, the monk, went home well pleased.

So when the night came, the mighty king remembered his promise
to the monk, and at dusk he wrapped his head in a black veil, took
his sword in his hand, and went to the great cemetery without
being seen. When he got there, he looked about, and saw the monk
standing under the fig-tree and making a magic circle. So he went
up and said: "Monk, here I am. Tell me what I am to do for you."

And when the monk saw the king, he was delighted and said: "O
King, if you wish to do me a favour, go south from here some
distance all alone, and you will see a sissoo tree and a dead body
hanging from it. Be so kind as to bring that here."

When the brave king heard this, he agreed, and, true to his
promise, turned south and started. And as he walked with
difficulty along the cemetery road, he came upon the sissoo tree at
some distance, and saw a body hanging on it. So he climbed the
tree, cut the rope, and let it fall to the ground. And as it fell, it
unexpectedly cried aloud, as if alive. Then the king climbed down,
and thinking it was alive, he mercifully rubbed its limbs. Then the
body gave a loud laugh.