king and his relatives were tired to death; and their feet swelled up to the size of an elephant’s, and they became as full of thorns as the back of a porcupine.  And they muttered to each other, “How on earth does that ugly little daughter-in-law manage to walk as she does through the heart of the forest?” The ugly daughter-in-law at last felt sorry for them.  She prayed to the god Shiva to build a temple near at hand.  The god consented, and, with the help of the serpent-maidens of Patala and of the wood-nymphs, he created suddenly a beautiful temple all of pure, yellow gold.  Its pillars were studded with jewels, and the jars in it were all of crystal.  In the middle there rose from the ground an altar to the god Shiva.  And last of all the god revealed himself to the king and his companions in all his glory and splendour.  For a moment only they saw him; and then he vanished.  The king and his companions stared, too astonished to move or speak.  But the ugly little daughter-in-law prostrated herself and offered to the god flowers and incense.  Then she cried out, “O God Shiva, please, please vouchsafe my prayer and make my father-in-law and my mother-in-law, my brothers-in-law and my sisters-in-law like me as much as they now dislike me.”  When the king heard her prayer his heart softened to her, and he spoke kindly to her and gave her jewelry and trinkets.  In a little while he took off his turban and, placing it on a peg, walked out to look at a lovely lake which, unnoticed by any one before, now stretched out close by the temple.  And behind him strolled out his companions.  But when they had gone out of sight, the beautiful golden temple by the lake vanished for ever.  After looking at the lake the king came back to fetch his turban which he had left in the temple.  But he could not find the beautiful temple all of pure, yellow gold, with its jewel-studded pillars and its crystal jars.  The king asked the little daughter-in-law the cause.  She said nothing, but straightway walked deeper into the forest.  And the king and his companions, although weary to death, followed her.  At last they came to the temple where she had worshipped, together with the serpent-maidens from Patala and the bevy of wood-nymphs.  It was a tiny temple, and inside it there was a rough altar.  At the foot of the altar lay the flowers which the ugly daughter-in-law had offered to the god, and close by on a peg hung the turban left by the king.  Again the king asked his daughter-in-law the meaning of what had happened.  She replied, “This temple that you see is my own poor little temple.  But, because of my prayers, the god Shiva showed himself to you in the beautiful temple, all of pure, yellow gold, with its jewel-studded pillars and its crystal jars.”  When the king heard her reply, he grew more pleased than ever with the daughter-in-law whom formerly he had so disliked.  And because the god had revealed himself at her prayer, the king, to do her honour, sent for his royal palanquin and had her carried home in state.  And the ugly little daughter-in-law became out of the four the king’s favourite.  And he was so much nicer to her than he was to his other three daughters-in-law that they became as jealous as cats.  But the king and the ugly little daughter-in-law did not mind them the least little bit.  And they both lived happily ever afterwards.