Hemachuda was astonished at the fantastic tale of his beloved. He said,
- My dear, what you have been saying seems to be nothing but invention. Your words have no relation to facts and are altogether meaningless.
- I cannot believe that rigmarole. Tell me where your companion is and who is the son she killed.
- Where are those cities? What is the significance of your story? Where is your friend?
- Tell me quickly where such a lady is to be found and where her son's sons are. I think your tale is a myth like the tale of a barren woman's son.
- Lord, how can you say that my parable is meaningless? Words from the lip of those like me can never be nonsense.
- Moreover, one who entertains an earnest seeker with hollow or false words, will not prosper in this world nor advance in the next.
- Reason well and carefully examine these suspected untruths of mine. Is not an intelligent man accustomed to judge big things in the world by verifying a few details in them? I now present to you my credentials.
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