I will swear to you by my patron deity, and by the Ganges, if you wish.

Give me enough to kill two jackals, and I will pay you fifty rupees." The _Chandal_ felt certain that a murder was intended, but he could not resist the fifty rupees, and consented to sell the poison.
Hira fetched the money from her house and gave it to him.

The _Chandal_ twisted up a pungent life-destroying poison in paper, and gave it to her.
In departing, Hira said, "Mind you betray this to no one, else we shall both suffer." The _Chandal_ answered, "I do not even know you, mother." Thus freed from fear, Hira went home.

When there she held the poison in her hand, weeping bitterly; then, wiping her eyes, she said-- "What fault have I committed that I should die?
Why should I die without killing him who has struck me?
I will not take this poison.
He who has reduced me to this condition shall eat it, or, if not, I will give it to his beloved Kunda Nandini.

After one of these two are dead, if necessary I also will take it.".