ick. The Raja met him, and the fakir said, "Why do you
come into the jungle? If you go far into the jungle you will meet
plenty of tigers, and they will eat you. Tell me what you want.
Whatever you want I will give you." "No, I won't tell you," said the
Raja. But at last the Raja told him, "I have seven wives, and none of
them has given me any children, and so here I will die by myself."
Then the fakir said, "Take this stick, and a little way off you will
find a mango-tree with some mangoes on it. Throw the stick at the
mangoes with one hand, and catch them as they fall with the other, and
when you have caught them all, take them home and give one to each of
your seven wives." So the Raja went and knocked the mangoes off the
tree and caught them as the fakir had told him. Then he looked about
for the fakir, but he could not find him, for he had gone away into
another part of the jungle. So he went home and gave the seven mangoes
to his wives. But the fruit was so good that six of the wives ate it
up, and would not give the youngest wife any. She cried very much, and
went into the compound and picked up one of the mango stones which one
of the six wives had thrown away, and ate it. By and by each of the
six wives had a son; but the one who had eaten the stone had a monkey,
who was called in consequence Bandarsabasa, or Prince Monkey. He was
really a boy, but no one knew it, for he had a monkey-skin covering
him. His six brothers hated him. They went to school every day; and
the monkey went under the ground, and was taught by the fairies. His
mother did not know this; she thought, as he was a monkey, he went to
the jungle and swung in the trees. He was the best and the cleverest
of all the boys.

Now, in a kingdom a three months' journey off by land from Jabhu
Raja's country, there lived a king called King Jamarsa. He had a very
beautiful daughter whose name was Princess Jahuran, and as her father
wanted a very strong son-in-law, he had a large heavy iron ball made,
and he sent letters to all the Rajas and Rajas' sons far and near to
say that whoever wished to marry his daughter, the Princess Jahuran,
must be able to throw this heavy ball at her and hit her. So many
Rajas went to try, but none of them could even lift the ball. Now, one
of these letters had come to Jabhu Raja, and his six elder sons
determined they would go to King Jamarsa's country, for each of them
was sure he could throw the ball, and win the princess.