said: "If I had not discovered her by my wisdom, how could
you have found her hiding-place? She should be given to me."

The clever man said: "If I had not made a flying chariot, how could you
have gone there in a moment and come back like the gods, or how could
you have had a chariot-fight with him? She should be given to me."

The brave man said: "If I had not killed the giant in the fight, who
would have saved her in spite of all your pains? The girl should be
given to me."

And as they quarrelled, Hariswami stood silent, confused, and perplexed.

When the goblin had told this story, he said to the king: "O King, do
you say to which of them she should be given. If you know and will not
tell, then your head will split into a hundred pieces."

Then the king broke silence and said: "She should be given to the brave
man, who risked his life and killed the giant and saved the girl. The
wise man and the clever man were only helpers whom Fate gave him. A
star-gazer and a chariot-maker work for other people, do they not?"

When the goblin heard this answer, he suddenly escaped from the king's
shoulder and went back. And the king determined to get him, and went
again to the sissoo tree.

SIXTH GOBLIN

_The Girl who transposed the Heads of her Husband and Brother. Which
combination of head and body is her husband?_

Then the king went back to the sissoo tree, put the goblin on his
shoulder as before, and started in silence toward the monk. And the
goblin said to him: "O King, you are wise and good, so I am pleased
with you. To amuse you, therefore, I will tell you another story with a
puzzle in it. Listen."

Long ago there was a king named Glory-banner in the world. His city was
named Beautiful. And in this city was a splendid temple to the goddess
Gauri. And to the right of the temple was a lake called Bath of Gauri.
And on a certain day in each year a great crowd of people came there on
a pilgrimage from all directions to bathe.

One day a laundryman named White came there from another village to
bathe. And the youth saw a maiden who had also come there to bathe. Her
name was Lovely, and her father's name was Clean-cloth. She robbed the
moon of its beauty and White of his heart. So he inquired about her
name and family and went home lovesick.

When he got there, he was ill and could not eat without her. And when
his mother asked him, he told her what was in his heart, but did not
change his habits. But