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Portrait of Richard Francis Burton Richard Francis Burton Vikram and the Vampire; or, Tales of Hindu Devilry (1870)

But once more the Jogi raised his arm and all was still: nature lay breathless, as if awaiting the effect of his tremendous spells.
The warrior king drew near the terrible man, unstrung his bundle from his back, untwisted the portion which he held, threw open the cloth, and exposed to Shanta-Shil's glittering eyes the corpse, which had now recovered its proper form — that of a young child. Seeing it, the devotee was highly pleased, and thanked Vikram the Brave, extolling his courage and daring above any monarch that had yet lived.
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Portrait of Richard Francis Burton Richard Francis Burton Vikram and the Vampire; or, Tales of Hindu Devilry (1870)

And when, after a long and happy life spent in bringing the world under the shadow of one umbrella, and in ruling it free from care, the warrior king Vikram entered the gloomy realms of Yama, from whom for mortals there is no escape, he left behind him a name that endured amongst men like the odour of the flower whose memory remains long after its form has mingled with the dust.
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Portrait of Richard Francis Burton Richard Francis Burton Vikram and the Vampire; or, Tales of Hindu Devilry (1870)

A small thin voice in the upper air was heard to cry, 'A man is justified in killing one who has the desire to kill him.' Then glad shouts of triumph and victory were heard in all directions. They proceeded from the celestial choristers, the heavenly dancers, the mistresses of the gods, and the nymphs of Indra's Paradise, who left their beds of gold and precious stones, their seats glorious as the meridian sun, their canals of crystal water, their perfumed groves, and their gardens where the wind ever blows in softest breezes, to applaud the valour and good fortune of the warrior king.
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