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Rh climbed up to the very top of it, and there he sat, looking down and laughing.

The Prince waited only to catch his breath, and then, seizing his axe, he raised it high above his shoulder, exclaiming, "Oh, Siddhi-kur, come down! Nagarguna, the hermit, has need of you! Come down, I pray you, or with my magic axe, 'White Moon,' I will fell your mango tree!"

"Nay, do not so!" cried the Siddhi-kur, gazing in terror at the uplifted axe. "Do not cut down my mango tree with the terrible 'White Moon'; much rather would I descend to you!"

"Come, then, quickly!" said the Prince, laying aside his axe and picking up the sack and cord. On seeing these, the Siddhi-kur hastily climbed down from the tree and stood beside the Prince, trembling.

"See, now," continued the lad, holding the sack wide open. "Resistance is useless, for here I have the magic sack of many