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upon a time in the town of Vañjaimânagar, there ruled a king, named Śivâchâr. He was a most just king, and ruled so well that no stone thrown up fell down, no crow pecked at the new drawn milk, the lion and the bull drank water from the same pond, and peace and prosperity reigned throughout the kingdom. Notwithstanding all these blessings, care always sat on his face. The fruit which makes life in this world sweet, the redeemer to him from the horrible Naraka of Put, a Putra, he had not. His days and nights he spent in praying that God might bless him with a son. Wherever he saw pipal trees (Aśvattharâjas), he ordered