king went to the sissoo tree, put the goblin on his shoulder
once more, and started toward the monk. And as he walked along, the
goblin on his shoulder said: "O King, I will tell you a strange story
to relieve your weariness. Listen."

There once was a king in Ujjain, whose name was Virtue-banner. He had
three princesses as wives, and loved them dearly. One of them was named
Crescent, the second Star, and the third Moon. While the king lived
happily with his wives, he conquered all his enemies, and was content.

One day at the time of the spring festival, the king went to the garden
to play with his three wives. There he looked at the flower-laden vines
with black rows of bees on them; they seemed like the bow of the god of
love, all ready for service. He heard the songs of nightingales in the
trees; they sounded like commands of Love. And with his wives he drank
wine which seemed like Love's very life-blood.

Then the king playfully pulled the hair of Queen Crescent, and a
lotus-petal fell from her hair into her lap. And the queen was so
delicate that it wounded her, and she screamed and fainted. And the
king was distracted, but when servants sprinkled her with cool water
and fanned her, she gradually recovered consciousness. And the king
took her to the palace and waited upon his dear wife with a hundred
remedies which the physicians brought.

And when the king saw that she was made comfortable for the night, he
went to the palace balcony with his second wife Star. Now while she
slept on the king's breast, the moonbeams found their way through the
window and fell upon her. And she awoke in a moment, and started up,
crying "I am burned!" Then the king awoke and anxiously asked what the
matter was, and he saw great blisters on her body. When he asked her
about it, Queen Star said: "The moonbeams that fell on me did it." And
the king was distracted when he saw how she wept and suffered. He
called the servants and they made a couch of moist lotus-leaves, and
dressed her wounds with damp sandal-paste.

At that moment the third queen, Moon, left her room to go to the king.
And as she moved through the noiseless night, she clearly heard in a
distant part of the palace the sound of pestles grinding grain. And she
cried: "Oh, oh! It will kill me!" She wrung her hands and sat down in
agony in the hall. But her servants returned and led her to her room,
where she took to her bed and wept. And when the servants asked what