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Festivals
A tiny mendicant asked a powerful king for three paces of land. What the king received for granting it was not a punishment.
The sacrificial ground at Bharukaccha smelled of ghee and wet kusha grass.
And the horse that had ranged unchallenged across the three worlds had come home uncaught. Bali Virochani was performing the ashvamedha. It was the ninety-ninth of his reign. When the hundredth was complete, no power in existence could lawfully keep the throne of the gods out of his hands.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.