the jogi consented; and thus he lived for some time upon the
king's bounty, whilst the fame of his godliness grew day by day.

Now, although the rajah of Rahmatabad had no son, he possessed a
daughter, who as she grew up became the most beautiful creature
that eye ever rested upon. Her father had long before betrothed
her to the son of the neighbouring rajah of Dilaram, but as yet
she had not been married to him, and lived the quiet life proper
to a maiden of her beauty and position. The princess had of
course heard of the holy man and of his miracles and his fasting,
and she was filled with curiosity to see and to speak to him; but
this was difficult, since she was not allowed to go out except
into the palace grounds, and then was always closely guarded.
However, at length she found an opportunity, and made her way one
evening alone to the hermit's shrine.

Unhappily, the hermit was not really as holy as he seemed; for no
sooner did he see the princess than he fell in love with her
wonderful beauty, and began to plot in his heart how he could win
her for his wife. But the maiden was not only beautiful, she was
also shrewd; and as soon as she read in the glance of the jogi
the love that filled his soul, she sprang to her feet, and,
gathering her veil about her, ran from the place as fast as she
could. The jogi tried to follow, but he was no match for her; so,
beside himself with rage at finding that he could not overtake
her, he flung at her a lance, which wounded her in the leg. The
brave princess stooped for a second to pluck the lance out of the
wound, and then ran on until she found herself safe at home
again. There she bathed and bound up the wound secretly, and told
no one how naughty she had been, for she knew that her father