she-devil, it is your Queen Patmadhavrani.”  “Take her into the jungle,” roared the king, “and kill her there.”  Then he went back into the palace and began to live in great happiness with Queen Chimadevrani.  But the sepoys took Patmadhavrani into the jungle and told her that they had been ordered to kill her.  She began to weep.  The sepoys were kind-hearted men and they felt very sorry for her.  They said, “Lady, lady, do not weep.  We have eaten bread and drunk water at your hands so we cannot kill you.  We will leave you here, but you must never come back into the kingdom again.”  The sepoys left her and returned to Atpat.  But the poor queen wandered on until she came to a distant town, where she entered a coppersmith’s lane.  Therein a coppersmith was making bangles for a beautiful young princess who had just been crowned queen of the city.  But suddenly none of the bangles would join.  He began to search for the cause, and asked his workmen whether any stranger had come near his house.  The workmen looked about and found Queen Patmadhavrani in hiding close by.  They told the coppersmith, and he and his men beat her soundly and drove her away.  She ran into the lane of some weavers who were weaving a sari for the new queen.  Suddenly none of the looms would work.  They began looking about to see if any stranger had come.  After a little while they found the queen.  So they beat her soundly and drove her away.  Then she ran out of the town back into the jungle.  There she wandered about until she came to the cave of a rishi or sage.  The rishi was sitting lost in meditation.  But she bided her time, and, when he went to bathe, she slipped into the cave and swept it and neaped it and tidied up all the utensils used by him for worship.  Then she slipped out of the cave and ran back into the jungle.  This went on every day for twelve years without the rishi showing that he was aware of what she was doing.  But in his heart he was really pleased with her.  And one day he called out in a loud voice, “Who is it who sweeps and neaps my cave?  Whoever she is, let her step forward.”  The queen stepped into the presence of the rishi and threw herself at his feet and said, “If you promise not to punish me, I shall tell you.”  The rishi promised, and she told him her story.  The rishi took out his magic books and, consulting them, learned that Mahalaxmi had cursed her.  So he taught her how to worship Mahalaxmi, and all night long they blew on earthen pots and performed rites in her honour.  At dawn she revealed herself and the queen asked her for her blessing.  But the goddess was still very angry with the queen.  Then the rishi joined her in begging the goddess’s pardon, and at last she relented.  She said to the queen, “Put under that tree a foot-bath full of water, sandal-wood ointment, plates full of fruit, a stick of camphor, fans made of odorous grasses; and handle them all so that they retain the fragrance of some scent which the king will remember you used.