Having heard this speech， Raja Vikram took Mal Deo aside， and began to ask him， saying， "O generous man！ you have given me so many rubies， and even for a single day you have not eaten food with me； I am exceedingly ashamed， tell me what you desire."
"Raja，" said the young merchant， "I am not Mal Deo， but Shanta-Shil，[FN#37] a devotee. I am about to perform spells， incantations and magical rites on the banks of the river Godavari， in a large smashana， a cemetery where bodies are burned. By this means the Eight Powers of Nature will all become mine. This thing I ask of you as alms， that you and the young prince Dharma Dhwaj will pass one night with me， doing my bidding. By you remaining near me my incantations will be successful."
[FN#37] The name means. "Quietistic Disposition."
The valiant Vikram nearly started from his seat at the word cemetery， but， like a ruler of men， he restrained his face from expressing his feelings， and he presently replied， "Good， we will come， tell us on what day！"
"You are to come to me，" said the devotee， "armed， but without followers， on the Monday evening the 14th of the dark half of the month Bhadra.[FN#38]" The Raja said： "Do you go your ways， we will certainly come." In this manner， having received a promise from the king， and having taken leave， the devotee returned to his house： thence he repaired to the temple， and having made preparations， and taken all the necessary things， he went back into the cemetery and sat down to his ceremonies.
[FN#38] August. In the solar-lunar year of the Hindu the months are divided into fortnights——light and dark.
The valiant Vikram， on the other hand， retired into an inner apartment， to consult his own judgment about an adventure with which， for fear of ridicule， he was unwilling to acquaint even the most trustworthy of his ministers.
In due time came the evening moon's day， the 14th of the dark half of the month Bhadra. As the short twilight fell gloomily on earth， the warrior king accompanied by his son， with turband-ends tied under their chins， and with trusty blades tucked under their arms ready for foes， human， bestial， or devilish， slipped out unseen through the palace wicket， and took the road leading to the cemetery on the river bank.
Dark and drear was the night. Urged by the furious blast of the lingering winter-rains， masses of bistre-coloured cloud， like the forms of unwieldy beasts， rolled heavily over the firmament plain. Whenever the crescent of the young moon， rising from an horizon sable as the sad Tamala's hue，[FN#39] glanced upon the wayfarers， it was no brighter than the fine tip of an elephant's tusk protruding from the muddy wave. A heavy storm was impending； big drops fell in showers from the forest trees as they groaned under the blast， and beneath the gloomy avenue the clayey ground gleamed ghastly white. As the Raja and his son advanced， a faint ray of light， like the line of pure gold streaking the dark surface of the touchstone， caught their eyes， and directed their footsteps towards the cemetery.
[FN#39] A flower， whose name frequently occurs in Sanskrit poetry.
When Vikram came upon the open space on the riverbank where corpses were burned， he hesitated for a moment to tread its impure ground. But seeing his son undismayed， he advanced boldly， trampling upon remnants of bones， and only covering his mouth with his turband-end.
Presently， at the further extremity of the smashana， or burning ground， appeared a group. By the lurid flames that flared and flickered round the half-extinguished funeral pyres， with remnants of their dreadful loads， Raja Vikram and Dharma Dhwaj could note the several features of the ill-omened spot. There was an outer circle of hideous bestial forms； tigers were roaring， and elephants were trumpeting； wolves， whose foul hairy coats blazed with sparks of bluish phosphoric light， were devouring the remnants of human bodies； foxes， jackals， and hyenas were disputing over their prey； whilst bears were chewing the livers of children. The space within was peopled by a multitude of fiends. There were the subtle bodies of men that had escaped their grosser frames prowling about the charnel ground， where their corpses had been reduced to ashes， or hovering in the air， waiting till the new bodies which they were to animate were made ready for their reception. The spirits of those that had been foully slain wandered about with gashed limbs； and skeletons， whose mouldy bones were held together by bits of blackened sinew， followed them as the murderer does his victim. Malignant witches with shriveled skins， horrid eyes and distorted forms， crawled and crouched over the earth； whilst spectres and goblins now stood motionless， and tall as lofty palm trees； then， as if in fits， leaped， danced， and tumbled before their evocator. The air was filled with shrill and strident cries， with the fitful moaning of the storm-wind， with the hooting of the owl， with the jackal's long wild cry， and with the hoarse gurgling of the swollen river， from whose banks the earth-slip thundered in its fall.
