The Rakshas being thus killed, the two Princesses took possession of
the house, and lived there very happily for a long time. In it they
found heaps and heaps of rich clothes and jewels, and gold and silver,
which the Rakshas had taken from people he had murdered; and all
round the house were folds for the flocks and sheds for the herds of
cattle which the Rakshas owned. Every morning the youngest Princess
used to drive out the flocks and herds to pasturage, and return home
with them every night, while the eldest stayed at home, cooked the
dinner and kept the house; and the youngest Princess, who was the
cleverest, would often say to her sister, on going away for the day,
"Take care, if you see any stranger (be it man, woman or child) come
by the house, to hide, if possible, that nobody may know of our living
here; and if anyone should call out and ask for a drink of water, or
any poor beggar pray for food, before you give it to him be sure you
put on ragged clothes and cover your face with charcoal, and make
yourself look as ugly as possible, lest, seeing how fair you are, he
should steal you away, and we never meet again." "Very well," the
other Princess would answer, "I will do as you advise."
But a long time passed, and no one ever came by that way. At last one
day, after the youngest Princess had gone out, a young Prince, the son
of a neighbouring Rajah, who had been hunting with his attendants for
many days in the jungles, came near the place, for he and his people
were tired with hunting, and had been seeking all through the jungle
for a stream of water, but could find none. When the Prince saw the
fine palace standing by itself, he was very much astonished, and said,
"It is a strange thing that any one should have built such a house as
this in the depths of the forest. Let us go in; the owners will
doubtless give us a drink of water." "No, no, do not go," cried his
attendants; "this is most likely the house of a Rakshas." "We can but
see," answered the Prince. "I should scarcely think anything very
terrible lived here, for there is not a sound stirring nor a living
creature to be seen." So he began tapping at the door, which was
bolted, and crying, "Will whoever owns this house give me and my
people some water to drink, for the sake of kind charity?" But nobody
answered, for the Princess, who heard him, was busy up in her room,
blacking her face with charcoal and covering her rich dress with
rags. Then the Prince got impatient and shook the door angrily,
saying, "Let me in, whoever you are! If you don't, I'll force the door
open." At this the poor little Princess got dreadfully frightened; and
having blacked her face and made herself look as ugly as possible, she
ran downstairs with a pitcher of water, and unbolting the door, gave
the Prince the pitcher to drink from; but she did not speak, for she
was afraid. Now, the Prince was a very clever man, and as he raised
the pitcher to his mouth to drink the water, he thought to himself,
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