And he spent that night, which was devoted to the amusement of a concert, in singing with his wives in such a ravishing way, that Sarasvati from her seat in heaven gave him and his beloved ones high commendation.

Then, the next day, as Naravahanadatta was sitting in the apartments of Alankaravati, a servant of Marubhuti's, the brother of Sauvidalla the guard of the prince's harem, came and said to him in the presence of all his ministers " King, I have attended on Marubhuti for two years ; he has given food and clothing to me and my wife : but he will not give me the lifty dinars a year, which he promised me in addition. And when I asked him for it, he gave me a kick. So 1 am sitting in dharna against him at your Highness's door. If your Highness does not give judgment in this case, I shall enter the fire. What more can I say ? For you are my sovereign." When he had said this, he stopped, and Marubhuti said " I must give him the dinars, but I have not got the money at present." When he said this, all the ministers laughed at him, and Naravahanadatta said to the minister Marubhuti : " What are you thinking about, you fool ? Your intentions are not over-creditable. Bise up, give him the hundred dinars without delay." When Marubhuti heard this speech of his sove- reign's, he was ashamed, and immediately brought that hundred dinars and gave it to him. Then Gomukha said " Marubhuti is not to be blamed, because the works of the Creator's hand have varying moods of mind. Have you not heard the story of king Chiradatri, and his servant named Prasanga?"

In old time there was a king named Chiradatri, sovereign or Clura- pura. Though he was an excellent man, his followers were extremely wicked. And that king had a servant, named Prasanga, who had come from another country, and was accompanied by two friends. And five years passed, while he was performing his duties, but the king gave him nothing, not even when an occasion was presented by a feast or something of the kind. And owing to the wickedness of the courtiers, he never obtained an opportunity of representing his case to the king, though his friends were continually instigating him to do so.

Now one day the king's infant son died, and when he was grieved a5 it, all his servants came and crowded round him. And among them the servant, named Prasanga, out of pure sorrow, said to the king as follows,