The Jogi, seeing the lad, called out fiercely, "What do you want
here?"
Then the lad answered, according to the old hag's bidding, "I want
your skin, for King Indra is making a new kettledrum, and says your
skin is nice and tough."
Upon this the Jogi began to shiver and shake (for no Jinn or Jogi
dares disobey King Indra's command), and, falling at the lad's feet,
cried, "If you will spare me I will give you anything I possess, even
my beautiful white cow!"
To this the son of seven Queens, after a little pretended hesitation,
agreed, saying that after all it would not be difficult to find a nice
tough skin like the Jogi's elsewhere; so driving the wonderful cow
before him, he set off homeward.
The seven Queens were delighted to possess so marvelous an animal,
and though they toiled from morning till night making curds and whey,
besides selling milk to the confectioners, they could not use half the
cow gave, and became richer and richer day by day.
Seeing them so comfortably off, the son of seven Queens started with
a light heart to marry the Princess; but when passing the white hind's
palace he could not resist sending a bolt at some pigeons that were
cooing on the parapet.
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