Hearing the sweet and loving words of the king, the queens made ready bejewelled beds of gold and furnished them with many a rich covering, soft and white as the froth of cow’s milk, and pillows more charming than words can tell. The bed-chamber, made of precious stones, was decked with garlands and supplied with perfumes, lamps consisting of bright gems and a canopy lovely beyond words. He alone who saw it could know what it was like. Having thus prepared a number of fine beds the queens took up Ýr¶ RŒma and lovingly laid Him down upon one of them. On being repeatedly asked by Ýr¶ RŒma, His brothers too retired each to his own bed. As the mothers gazed on the swarthy limbs of Ýr¶ RŒma, so soft and attractive, they all exclaimed in loving accents, "How did you manage, dear child; to kill the most dreadful demoness TŒ˛akŒ while on your way to the forest? (1—4)