King Vikramaditya reached the peepal tree where the corpse was hanging. He pulled the corpse down and putting it on his shoulder started for the crematory. While walking King Vikramaditya said to Baital, “Do not have any false notions. I am going to take you to the hermit. So, there is no need to run away from me.” Baital said cheekily, “When have I ever refused to go with you? It is only when you break your promise of silence do I have to retrieve to my tree.” King Vikramaditya tightened his grip on Baital lest. Baital should try to run away with his sweet talk. But Baital said, “Do not worry, Vikram. I am not going to ditch you. But you will have to hear another story from me.” King Vikramaditya was silent. So, Baital started telling another story to him—“Once, in the city of Ujjaini lived a merchant. He had only one son. His name was Gandharvasen.
Gandharvasen
