the sepoy did. After a time the poor Ránís grew so hungry that six of them ate their children, but the seventh Rání, who was the youngest of them all, declared she would never eat her child though she might die of hunger, "for," she said, "I love him a great deal too much." God was very pleased with the seventh Rání for this, and so every day he sent her a little food which she divided with the other Ránís. And every day her little boy grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until he had become a strong lad, when, as he thought it was very dark in the hole, he climbed out of it and looked all about. Then he came back to his mothers (for he called all the seven Ránís "Mother" now), who told him he was not to clamber up out of the hole any more, for if he did, some one might kill him. "Still, if you will go," they added, "do not go to your father's kingdom, but stay near this place." The boy said, "Very well," and every day he climbed out of the hole and only went where his seven mothers told him he might go, and he used to beg the people about to give him a little rice, and flour and bread, which they did.
One day he said to his mothers, "If you let me go now to my father's kingdom I will go." "Well, you may go," they said; "but come back again soon." This he promised to do, and he went to his father's kingdom. For some time he stood daily at the door of his father's palace and then returned to the hole. One day the Rakshas-Rání was standing in the verandah, and she thought, "I am sure that is the Rájá's son." The servants every day asked the boy, "Why do you always stand at the door of the palace?" "I want service with the Rájá," he would reply. "If the Rájá has any place he can give me, I will take it."
The Rakshas-Rání said to the Rájá, "The boy standing out there wants service. May I take him into mine?" The Rájá answered, "Very well, send for him." So all the servants ran and fetched the boy. The Rakshas-Rání asked
