And the spell appeared in bodily form, and said: "What shall I
do?" And the hermit said: "Treat that man as an honoured guest."

Then Moon-lord was astonished to see a golden palace rise before
him and a grove with women in it. They came to him from the
palace and said: "Sir, rise, come, bathe, eat, and meet our
mistress." So they led him in and gave him a chance to bathe and
anoint himself and dress. Then they led him to another room.

There the youth saw a woman of wonderful beauty, whom the
Creator must have made to see what he could do. She rose and
offered him half of her seat. And he ate heavenly food and various
fruits and chewed betel leaves and sat happily with her on the
couch.

In the morning he awoke and saw the temple to Shiva, but the
heavenly creature was gone, and the palace, and the women in it.
So he went out in distress, and the hermit in his hut smiled and
asked him how he had spent the night. And he said: "Holy sir,
through your kindness I spent a happy night, but I shall die without
that heavenly creature."

Then the hermit laughed and said: "Stay here. You shall have the
same happiness again to-night." So Moon-lord enjoyed those
delights every night through the favour of the hermit.

Finally Moon-lord came to see what a mighty spell that was. So,
driven on by his fate, he respectfully begged the hermit: "Holy sir,
if you really feel pity for a poor suppliant like me, teach me that
spell which has such power."