"O sage, I must earn merit by my own good deeds. With your blessing, I still
hope to do so. I wish to dwell in the forest. The sage Sarabhanga directed me here to
receive your blessing and seek your instructions as to where I could build a home for the
rest of my stay in the forest."
The rishi's face was bright with joy and be
said meaningfully: "You may live in this aashrama. There are many rishis living round
about. The forest is full of fruit and roots. But evil beasts are abroad molesting the
rishis and obstructing their penance. The sages are unable to bear this trouble. But for
this, the place is good."
The Prince understood what the sage meant
to convey. He bent and strung his bow and said: "Holy sage! I shall destroy these
evil-doers. My bow is strong and sharp are my arrows. It is not proper that we should
dwell in this aashrama. It may interrupt your penance. We shall find a place for ourselves
in the neighbourbood. Permit us to do so."