It was a dark night and was raining heavily and there were strange noises from
every where and voice of the moaning of jackals could be heard.
Although there was a bad atmosphere king Vikramaditya did not fear a bit.
He climbed the tree to bring the corpse down and soon he began to walk with
the corpse lying on his shoulder.
The Betaal spoke: 'O King , I pity you as you are making untiring efforts
without relaxing as if you wish to achieve something. Instead of enjoying a
comfortable sleep in your palace you