said gangazara, and after quenching his thirst by letting down his vessel for the fifth time, still fearing that some one might remain in the well and demand his assistance, he listened to the goldsmith, who began as follows: "my dear friend, my protector, what a deal of nonsense these brutes have been talking to you about me; i am glad you have not followed their advice. i am just now dying of hunger. permit me to go away. my name is manikkasari. i live in the east main street of ujjaini, which is twenty kas to the south of this place, and so lies on your way when you return from benares. do not forget to come to me and receive my kind remembrances of your assistance, on your way back to your country." so saying, the goldsmith took his leave, and gangazara also pursued his way north after the above adventures.