Then the Gamarala says, "Daughter, why shouldn't I cry? The King
who beheaded seven men of seven cities has to-day sent a letter to
me also. Now then, the letter which the people of seven cities were
unable to explain, how can I explain? Well then, mustn't I take the
letter to-morrow? It is I who must take the letter. When I have gone he
will behead me. Well then, owing to your being [left] without anyone,
indeed, I am weeping."
Then the girl said, "Where is it, for me to look at, that
letter?" Asking for it, and having explained all the things that
were in the letter, she said to the Gamarala, "Father, having gone
to-morrow, to what the King asks say thus and thus."
The Gamarala on the following day went and handed over the letter. The
King, in the very way in which he asked those seven persons, brought
up the Gamarala, and asked him. The Gamarala replied in the very
way the girl said. Then the King asked the Gamarala, "Who expounded
this?" The Gamarala said, "There is a daughter of mine; that daughter
herself explained it."
After that, the King said, "To-morrow we are coming for the marriage
[to your daughter]. You go now, and having built inner sheds and
outer sheds, and milked milk from oxen, and caused it to curdle,
and expressed oil from sand, place them [ready]; those [previously]
unperformed matters," he said.
When the Gamarala is coming home the girl is not at home. Having
gone to pound paddy, and having pounded the paddy, when she comes,
taking the rice, that day, also, the Gamarala, weeping and weeping,
is digging some holes for posts.