When the morning came and they wished to steam some rice for their
breakfast, they had no pot, but the priest freely offered the use of his
pot and insisted upon their using of the sacred wood for their fire, the
wood which was used in propping the branches of the Po tree.[13]
Being ready to go on their way, the priest presented them with gifts of
food, silver and gold, saying, "I will soon leave the priesthood and
come to marry your beautiful daughter."
But three days had passed, when the man and his wife came again to the
temple and told the priest that their daughter was dead, and a long time
they all mourned together.
"I will ever remain true to my love for your daughter. Never will I
leave the priesthood," vowed the priest, while the man and his wife
returned to their home, spent the silver and gold the priest had given
them, and cheerfully laughed at him, for never had they had a daughter!
13: The sacred tree of Buddhists.