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## The Scattering of Eager Refusal
A woman with beautiful eyes, adorned with many ornaments and marked with a tilak, said to the sage, "O virtuous one, who are you and from where have you come?" (132)
Hearing the words, "He is Surya," she was filled with anger and, without hesitation, quickly replied to him. (133)
"O Surya! Do you see mustard seeds and holes? Even though you see your own self as small as a bilva fruit, you do not see it?" (134)
"And, teaching others in this way, one who is faultless indeed shines. But one who is himself full of faults is not worthy of teaching!" (135)
"If you consider yourself a Shraman, a Brahmachari, a worthy recipient of gold, a well-behaved and austere one, (136)
then come with me, why are you perishing? I will see, O elder lady, how I can accept your offering." (137)
Thus urged by the virtuous woman, he remained silent and went forward. He saw the army approaching, which had been created by the Yaksha himself. (138)
Frightened, Surya abandoned the path of the army. Even though he was perishing, he was saved by the grace of fate. (139)
The king, seeing him, got down from his elephant and bowed. He said, "Oh, what good fortune! You have graced us with your presence!" (140)
"Please accept these sweets and other offerings as a token of my gratitude. Take them quickly!" (141)
"I will not eat today," Surya said loudly, refusing to accept the offerings. He was thinking, "Let the heap of ornaments in the bowl be seen!" (142)
"Release him, release him!" the king urged, but out of fear, he did not release him. Like a young woman who refuses to release her lover, he was hesitant to let go. (143)
Even though the king repeatedly pulled at Surya's hand, he did not release him. Like a young woman who refuses to release her garment, he held on tight. (144)
Then, forcefully, the king cut off Surya's hand and the offering fell to the ground. As the king was about to throw the sweets and other offerings, (145)
Surya, seeing his ornaments scattered, became very angry. With a furrowed brow and a stern face, he spoke to the king. (146)
"You wicked one! You must have killed my sons. Otherwise, how could these ornaments be near you?" (147)
"O wicked one! O hateful one! O most sinful one! You hypocrite in the guise of a virtuous one! How will you live after killing my sons?" (148)
Hearing the king's words, the sage's mind was filled with sorrow. With a heavy heart, he thought, "Oh, I have done a terrible thing! (149)
I have taken these ornaments from the king's sons! My sin is known to this king. He will surely kill me with one of his sons!" (150)
"The fruit of all my sins has come to pass. Who will be my refuge now?" (151)
"Or perhaps I acted rashly without thinking. I abandoned the peace of restraint for the sake of worldly pleasures." (152)
While he was thinking thus, Surya, gathering his magic, appeared with his body shining brightly, illuminating the sky. (154)
"O revered one!" he said, "I am your beloved disciple. I myself will go