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Rishidatta On the banks of a river the guards made a funeral Just then it started raining. A storm began of a pyre and lit it after seating Rishidatta on it.
storm. Darkness descended. Strong winds uprooted trees.
O God! Please pardon these guards whol have lit the funeral
pyre.
Run! It is a storm. It will create
havoc.
The guards ran away and the funeral pyre was extinguished.
| Rishidatta got up from the pyre and went into the jungle.
Wandering around, she arrived at the old hermitage of her father. Past memories engulfed her and she broke down
O father! O sage! I suffer grave consequences of
evil karmas. I never caused pain even to a small insect. Why then was I blamed for man
slaughter?
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