the antelopes took the body of
their dead Raja on their backs, and the dead antelope's wife went at
their head; and King Burtal went too; and they carried it to the
fakir, who was called Goraknath, and who was resting in the jungle,
and they said to him, "Bring our Raja to life again, for what can we
do without a Raja? and he has left no son to succeed him." And the
queen antelope said, "I have no other husband. I had only this one
husband. Do bring him to life for me." King Burtal laughed and mocked
them, and said to the fakir, "I never heard of any man being able to
bring a dead antelope to life. I don't believe you can do it." At this
Goraknath got angry, and he knelt down and asked God to bring the
antelope to life; and God told him to take a wand and beat the dead
antelope with it, and then the antelope would be alive again. So
Goraknath took a wand and beat the dead antelope, and it was alive
once more, and then it instantly sprang up into heaven. The antelopes
were delighted to see their Raja alive again, and they said, "We do
not mind his going up to heaven, for he will come down again to us."

King Burtal had stood by all the time, and he said to Goraknath, "Make
me a fakir like yourself," for he thought it would be fine to do such
wonderful things. But Goraknath would not, and King Burtal stayed in
the jungle with Goraknath for twelve years, and all that time he never
ceased begging and praying to be made a fakir, till at last Goraknath
said, "I cannot make you a fakir unless you go home and address your
wives as 'Mamma,' and ask them to give you money and food." Now, it is
a very shameful thing to call one's wife 'Mamma,' for if a wife is
called 'Mamma' she has to leave her husband. Then Goraknath took off
the king's clothes, and dressed him only in a cloth and a tiger's
skin; and the king went to his palace and began begging for rice and
food, and he would not take any from the palace servants: he said he
must and would see the Ranis, and that they themselves should give him
food. The servants told the Ranis about this fakir who said he must
and would see them himself, and that they should give him food and
rice with their own hands, and one of their ayahs, who had recognized
King Burtal, told them the fakir was their husband who had been away
twelve years. The Ranis cried out, "Do not talk nonsense. That fakir
can never be our husband." "Go and see for yourselves," answered the
ayah. They went, and the fak