In the midst of all， close to the fire which lit up his evil countenance， sat Shanta-Shil， the jogi， with the banner that denoted his calling and his magic staff planted in the ground behind him. He was clad in the ochre-coloured loin-wrap of his class； from his head streamed long tangled locks of hair like horsehair； his black body was striped with lines of chalk， and a girdle of thighbones encircled his waist. His face was smeared with ashes from a funeral pyre， and his eyes， fixed as those of a statue， gleamed from this mask with an infernal light of hate. His cheeks were shaven， and he had not forgotten to draw the horizontal sectarian mark. But this was of blood； and Vikram， as he drew near saw that he was playing upon a human skull with two shank bones， making music for the horrid revelry.

　　Now Raja Vibram， as has been shown by his encounter with Indra's watchman， was a bold prince， and he was cautious as he was brave. The sight of a human being in the midst of these terrors raised his mettle； he determined to prove himself a hero， and feeling that the critical moment was now come， he hoped to rid himself and his house forever of the family curse that hovered over them.

　　For a moment he thought of the giant's words， "And remember that it is lawful and right to strike off his head that would slay thee." A stroke with his good sword might at once and effectually put an end to the danger. But then he remembered that he had passed his royal word to do the devotee's bidding that night. Besides， he felt assured that the hour for action had not yet sounded.

　　These reflections having passed through his mind with the rapid course of a star that has lost its honours，[FN#40] Vikram courteously saluted Shanta-Shil. The jogi briefly replied， "Come sit down， both of ye." The father and son took their places， by no means surprised or frightened by the devil dances before and around them. Presently the valiant Raja reminded the devotee that he was come to perform his promise， and lastly asked， "What commands are there for us？"

　　[FN#40] The stars being men's souls raised to the sky for a time pro portioned to their virtuous deeds on earth.

　　The jogi replied， "O king， since you have come， just perform one piece of business. About two kos[FN#41] hence， in a southerly direction， there is another place where dead bodies are burned； and in that place is a mimosa tree， on which a body is hanging. Bring it to me immediately."

　　[FN#41] A measure of length， each two miles.

　　Raja Vikram took his son's hand， unwilling to leave him in such company； and， catching up a fire-brand， went rapidly away in the proper direction. He was now certain that Shanta-Shil was the anchorite who， enraged by his father， had resolved his destruction； and his uppermost thought was a firm resolve "to breakfast upon his enemy， ere his enemy could dine upon him." He muttered this old saying as he went， whilst the tom-toming of the anchorite upon the skull resounded in his ears， and the devil-crowd， which had held its peace during his meeting with Shanta-Shil， broke out again in an infernal din of whoops and screams， yells and laughter.

　　The darkness of the night was frightful， the gloom deepened till it was hardly possible to walk. The clouds opened their fountains， raining so that you would say they could never rain again. Lightning blazed forth with more than the light of day， and the roar of the thunder caused the earth to shake. Baleful gleams tipped the black cones of the trees and fitfully scampered like fireflies over the waste. Unclean goblins dogged the travellers and threw themselves upon the ground in their path and obstructed them in a thousand different ways. Huge snakes， whose mouths distilled blood and black venom， kept clinging around their legs in the roughest part of the road， till they were persuaded to loose their hold either by the sword or by reciting a spell. In fact， there were so many horrors and such a tumult and noise that even a brave man would have faltered， yet the king kept on his way.

　　At length having passed over， somehow or other， a very difficult road， the Raja arrived at the smashana， or burning place pointed out by the jogi. Suddenly he sighted the tree where from root to top every branch and leaf was in a blaze of crimson flame. And when he， still dauntless， advanced towards it， a clamour continued to be raised， and voices kept crying， "Kill them！ kill them！ seize them！ seize them！ take care that they do not get away！ let them scorch themselves to cinders！ let them suffer the pains of Patala.[FN#42]"

　　[FN#42] The warm region below.

　　Far from being terrified by this state of things the valiant Raja increased in boldness， seeing a prospect of an end to his adventure. Approaching the tree he felt that the fire did not burn him， and so he sat there for a while to observe the body， which hung， head downwards， from a branch a little above him.