rything had been done according to precept?"

Then the king said: "O magic creature, I see that you are only trying
to waste my time. Still, I will tell you. Magic powers do not come to a
man because he does things that are hard, but because he does things
with a pure heart. The Brahman youth was defective at that point. He
hesitated even when his mind was enlightened. Therefore he failed to
win the magic. And the teacher lost his magic because he taught it to
an unworthy pupil."

Then the goblin went back to his home. And the king ran to find him,
never hesitating.

EIGHTEENTH GOBLIN

_The Boy whom his Parents, the King, and the Giant conspired to Kill.
Why did he laugh at the moment of death?_

Then the king went to the sissoo tree, put the goblin on his shoulder
as before, and started in silence. And the goblin on his shoulder saw
that he was silent and said: "O King, why are you so obstinate? Go
home. Spend the night in rest. You ought not to take me to that
rascally monk. But if you insist, then I will tell you another story.
Listen."

There is a city called Brilliant-peak. There lived a glorious king
named Moon, who delighted the eyes of his subjects. Wise men said that
he was brave, generous, and the very home of beauty. But in spite of
all his wealth, he was very sad at heart. For he found no wife worthy
of him.

One day this king went with soldiers on horseback into a great wood, to
hunt there and forget his sorrow. There he split open many boars with
his arrows as the sun splits the black darkness, and made fierce lions
into cushions for his arrows, and slew mountainous monsters with his
terrible darts.

As he hunted, he spurred his horse and beat him terribly. And the horse
was so hurt by the spur and the whip that he could not tell rough from
smooth. He dashed off quicker than the wind, and in a moment carried
the king into another forest a hundred miles away.

There the king lost his way, and as he wandered about wearily, he saw a
great lake. He stopped there, unsaddled his horse, let him bathe and
drink, and found him some grass in the shade of the trees. Then he
bathed and drank himself, and when he had rested, he looked all about
him.

And he saw a hermit's daughter of marvellous beauty under an ashoka
tree with another girl. She had no ornaments but flowers. She was
charming even in a dress of bark. She was particularly attractive
because of her thick masses of hair arranged in a gir