Today, after five days, Dev Singh has returned. In the very room whose account we have described above, King Virendra Singh, his two sons, Bhairon Singh, Tara Singh, and several other nobles are seated. Indrajit Singh's health is now much improved, and he is able to walk about. Seeing Dev Singh return so soon, everyone was convinced that he had accomplished the task for which he had been dispatched. Yet, what puzzled them was why he had come back alone.

Virendra Singh: "Tell me, Devisingh, are you happy?"

Devisingh: "Happiness is something I have bought and paid for! (Looking at the others) Well then, you all may go now. It's getting quite late."

After the courtiers and flatterers had left, Virendra Singh asked Devisingh—

Virendra Singh: "Tell me, was what you wrote in that petition true or false?"

Devisingh: "Everything written in it was absolutely true. By the grace of God, I was able to find those villains quickly, but what can I say? I witnessed such astonishing things that my mind is still reeling."

Virendra Singh (laughing): "While you see wonders there, we too have witnessed marvels here."

Devisingh: "Oh? What sort of marvels?"

Virendra Singh: "First, tell us your story, then you shall hear ours!"

Devisingh: "Very well, listen then. Beneath the Ramshila hill, I wrote a note with my own hand and posted it up. It read:"

"We know very well that anyone who opposes Agnidatt has his head cut off, and whose house you desire, you loot. I declare openly and boldly that no one is a greater enemy of Agnidatt than I, and in Gayaji, no one is wealthier than I am. The best part is, I am alone. Now let us see what you people can do to me!"

Anand Singh: "Well, what happened then?"

Devisingh: "I had tried several other ways to track down those villains, but this method proved most effective. Everyone passing by that road would read the note and move on. I would hide a little above the hill, behind a stone outcrop, and keep watch on it at all times. Once, two men came together, read the note, twirled their moustaches, and headed towards the city. In the evening, those same two returned, read the note again, shook their heads, and went off towards the neighboring hill. I thought to myself, I must follow them, for the note seemed to have affected them the most. So I followed them, and as I had suspected, my guess was correct. They were a group of fifteen or twenty men, all strong and burly fellows. Among them, I saw a woman as well. Ah, never before have I seen such a beautiful woman! At first, I thought she must be the daughter of one of them, for she was quite young, but no—the way she carried herself, the authority in her voice, made it clear she was their leader. Yet, to tell the truth, even now my heart refuses to believe it.