behind him. He had a little wooden house built that could easily catch fire, and as soon as it was ready he went to the Rání and said, "Will you go into a little house I have made ready for you while your room is getting repaired?" "All right," said the Rání; so she went into the little house, and that night a man set it on fire, and the Rání and everything in it was burnt up. Then the Pomegranate Rájá took her bones, put them into a tin box, and sent them as a present to her mother. "Oh," said the mother, "my daughter has married the Pomegranate Maharájá, and so she sends me some delicious food." When she opened the box, to her horror she found only bones! Then she wrote to the Maharájá, "Of what use are bones?" The Maharájá wrote back, "They are your bones; they belong to you, for they are your daughter's bones. She ill-treated and killed my children, and so I had her burnt."
The Pomegranate Rájá and his children lived very happily for some time, and their dead mother, the Gulianár Rání having a wish to see her husband and her children, prayed to God to let her go and visit them. God said she could go, but not in her human shape, so he changed her into a beautiful bird, and put a pin in her head, and said, "As soon as the pin is pulled out you will become a woman again." She flew to the palace where the Maharájá lived, and there were great trees about the palace. On one of these she perched at night. The doorkeeper was lying near it. She called out, "Doorkeeper! doorkeeper!" and he answered, "What is it? Who is it?" And she asked, "Is the Rájá well?" and the doorkeeper said, "Yes." "Are the children well?" and he said, "Yes." "And all the servants, and camels, and horses?" "Yes." "Are you well?" "Yes." "Have you had plenty of food?" "Yes." "What a great donkey your Maharájá is!" And then she began to cry very much, and pearls fell from her eyes as she cried. Then she
