try; and
so she did.

After this, King Burtal went to Goraknath and stayed with him some
years, till Goraknath said, "Now go to your own kingdom." But King
Burtal refused, saying, "I wish to stay with you; my wives have never
given me a child. I have no son. I do not care to return to my
kingdom." However, Goraknath would not allow him to stay. "Go to your
own kingdom," he said again; "but first tell me how many wives you
have." "A hundred and sixty," answered the King. "Here are a hundred
and sixty lichi fruits for you," said the fakir. "Give one to each of
your wives to eat, and they will each have a son, and I will go with
you." So King Burtal obeyed, and Goraknath went with him.

Seventy years had passed since King Burtal had left his kingdom. When
he and Goraknath reached it, they went to an open plain and made a
fire and sat down beside it. Everybody who passed them said, "Who are
these fakirs?" Some servants of King Burtal's Ranis passed too, and
when they got home they told the Ranis that their husband had returned
to his kingdom. But the Ranis said, "What nonsense you talk! King
Burtal went away with the fakir Goraknath." The servants answered, "We
are quite sure that King Burtal is here, for Goraknath is here, and
with him is another man, and we are sure this man is King Burtal." So
all the Ranis went to see for themselves, and when they saw the fakir
that was with Goraknath they knew he was their husband. Then the first
Rani, who was very angry with him for having left them, said a spell
over him: "God is very angry with you for leaving us, and he will send
you a bad illness." But King Burtal answered, "Do not be angry with
me. I am your husband, and have come back to you after an absence of
seventy years." At this the youngest Rani was very glad, and she
ordered drums to be beaten and she beat a drum herself, and they sang
songs, and all went to the palace together, and Goraknath with them.

Then Goraknath said he must now go away, but first he asked King
Burtal to show him a grand feat as a proof of his skill. So King
Burtal sent to the smith for a great iron chain. Then he lit a big
fire. This alarmed the palace servants, who wondered if he were going
to burn his palace and his wives. King Burtal next sent for some ghee.
"What is he going to do with the ghee?" said the palace servants. Then
he drove a nail into the wall, rubbed his hands with the ghee, put the
iron chain into the fire and drew it out re