found him walking along the road, and he followed him. Now Shekh Farid
knew at once what this man wanted, so as they passed a heap of clay
bricks, he said, "O God, let it be thy pleasure to give me power to
turn these clay bricks into gold." Instantly they became gold, and
Shekh Farid walked on; but the villager took up two of the bricks and
put one under each arm, and then followed the fakir. Suddenly Shekh
Farid turned round, and said to him, "You have two clay bricks under
your arms." The man looked, saw it was true, and threw them away. Then
Shekh Farid said to him, "You steal bricks, and yet wish to be a
fakir?" The man was ashamed, and went back to his village.

Shekh Farid continued his journey and got to Hamansa Raja's country;
but when he got there he found Khelapari had gone to another country
for a little while, so he never saw her, nor found out how it was that
she knew what happened twenty miles off.

In a jungle in Hamansa Raja's country he met a man, called
Fakir-achand, and his wife, who were very poor. They were going to
bury their only son, and were crying bitterly. Shekh Farid asked them,
"Would you like your son to be alive again?" "Yes," they said. "Will
you give him to me, and I will bring him to life, and then he shall
return to you?" said Shekh Farid. "Yes," they answered, and gave him
their dead son, and went to their home.

The fakir carried the dead boy, who was called Mohandas, a little
further on, and then laid him on the ground, and struck him with a
long thin bamboo wand he carried in his hand. The boy stood up. Shekh
Farid asked him, "Would you like to go home to your father and mother,
or to stay with me?" "To stay with you," said Mohandas. (Had he wished
to go home, the fakir would have been very angry.) "Then," said Shekh
Farid, "I will call your mother here." He did so, and when she came,
he said to her, "See, here is your son alive. Will you give him to me
for twelve years?" The woman said, "Yes," and went home. The fakir
gave her and her husband a quantity of rupees and built them a
beautiful house. Then he and Mohandas set out on their travels, and
wandered about the jungles for one whole year, till they came to a
country full of large splendid gardens belonging to a very rich Raja,
called Dumkas Raja.

This Raja had a beautiful daughter, Champakali Rani. She had lovely
golden hair, golden eyebrows, golden eyelashes, blue eyes, and her
skin was transparent. In Dumkas Raja's c