HOW RAJA RASĀLU WAS BORN
 ONCE there lived a great Raja, whose name was Sālbāhan, and he had two Queens. Now the elder, by name Queen Achhrā,
had a fair young son called Prince Pūran; but the younger, by name Lonā, though she wept and prayed at many a
shrine, had never a child to gladden her eyes. So, being a bad, deceitful woman, envy and rage took possession
of her heart, and she so poisoned Raja Sālbāhan's mind against his son, young Pūran, that just as the Prince
was growing to manhood, his father became madly jealous of him, and in a fit of anger ordered his hands and
feet to be cut off. Not content even with this cruelty, Raja Sālbāhan had the poor young man thrown into a
deep well. Nevertheless, Pūran did not die, as no doubt the enraged father hoped and expected; for God
preserved the innocent Prince, so that he lived on, miraculously, at the bottom of the well, until, years
after, the great and holy Guru Goraknāth came to the place, and finding Prince Pūran still alive, not only
 released him from his dreadful prison, but, by the power of magic, restored his hands and feet. Then Pūran, in
gratitude for this great boon, became a faqīr, and placing the sacred earrings in his ears, followed
Goraknāth as a disciple, and was called Pūran Bhagat.
But as time went by, his heart yearned to see his mother's face, so Guru Goraknāth gave him leave to visit his
native town, and Pūran Bhagat journeyed thither and took up his abode in a large walled garden, where he had
often played as a child. And, lo! he found it neglected and barren, so that his heart became sad when he saw
the broken watercourses and the withered trees. Then he sprinkled the dry ground with water from his drinking
vessel, and prayed that all might become green again. And, lo! even as he prayed, the trees shot forth leaves,
the grass grew, the flowers bloomed, and all was as it had once been.
The news of this marvellous thing spread fast through the city, and all the world went out to see the holy man
who had performed the wonder. Even the Raja Sālbāhan and his two Queens heard of it in the palace, and they
too went to the garden to see it with their own eyes. But Pūran Bhagat's mother, Queen Achhrā, had wept so
long for her darling, that the tears had blinded her eyes, and so she went, not to see, but to ask the
wonder-working faqīr to restore her sight. Therefore, little knowing from whom she asked the
boon, she fell on the ground before Pūran Bhagat, begging him to cure her; and, lo! almost before she asked,
it was done, and she saw plainly.
Then deceitful Queen Lonā, who all these years
 had been longing vainly for a son, when she saw what mighty power the unknown faqīr possessed,
fell on the ground also, and begged for an heir to gladden the heart of Raja Sālbāhan.
Then Pūran Bhagat spoke, and his voice was stern,—"Raja Sālbāhan already has a son. Where is he? What
have you done with him? Speak truth, Queen Lonā, if you would find favour with God!"
Then the woman's great longing for a son conquered her pride, and though her husband stood by, she humbled
herself before the faqīr and told the truth,—how she had deceived the father and destroyed
Then Pūran Bhagat rose to his feet, stretched out his hands towards her, and a smile was on his face, as he
said softly, "Even so, Queen Lonā! even so! And behold! I am Prince Pūran, whom you destroyed and
God delivered! I have a message for you. Your fault is forgiven, but not forgotten; you shall indeed bear a
son, who shall be brave and good, yet will he cause you to weep tears as bitter as those my mother wept for
me. So! take this grain of rice; eat it, and you shall bear a son that will be no son to you, for even as I
was reft from my mother's eyes, so will he be reft from yours. Go in peace; your fault is forgiven, but not
Queen Lonā returned to the palace, and when the time for the birth of the promised son drew nigh, she inquired
of three Jōgis who came begging to her gate, what the child's fate would be, and the youngest of them answered
and said, "O Queen, the child will be a boy, and he will live to be a great
 man. But for twelve years you must not look upon his face, for if either you or his father see it before the
twelve years are past, you will surely die! This is what you must do,—as soon as the child is born you
must send him away to a cellar underneath the ground, and never let him see the light of day for twelve years.
After they are over, he may come forth, bathe in the river, put on new clothes, and visit you. His name shall
be Raja Rasālu, and he shall be known far and wide."
So, when a fair young Prince was in due time born into the world, his parents hid him away in an underground
palace, with nurses, and servants, and everything else a King's son might desire. And with him they sent a
young colt, born the same day, and a sword, a spear, and a shield, against the day when Raja Rasālu should go
forth into the world.
So there the child lived, playing with his colt, and talking to his parrot, while the nurses taught him all
things needful for a King's son to know.