No one seemed to want to undertake this task except one man, a great poet at the court of the emperor. All the brave warriors laughed at him, but the poet went to the camp of the Raja, and his great talent made such an impression upon the Raja that he said, "Ask, O poet, for I really do not know what to give you; there seems to be nothing worthy of you in the treasury." "No," he said, "do not promise what will be difficult for you to keep." He replied, "My promise is a promise." The poet then said, "I feel very embarrassed at asking you, but it is your head I want. Will you keep your promise?" The Raja at once unsheathed his sword and put it in the hand of the poet and said, "It is a very small thing you have asked, it is not greater than my word." The people, his children, the ministers, were all very upset; but he was not upset at all.