Just then King Brahmadatta suddenly got up, frightened and alarmed. The prince asked him what was the matter, and the king said, ‘I just dreamed that Prince Dīghāvu, the son of Dīghīti the king of Kosala, attacked me with a sword.’

Seizing the king’s head with his left hand and drawing his sword with his right hand, the prince said to the king, ‘Sir, I’m that Prince Dīghāvu, the son of Dīghīti the king of Kosala. You’ve caused us much misfortune. You took our army, our vehicles and transport animals, and our country and wealth. You killed my mother and father. This is my chance to take revenge.’ The king bowed down with his head at the prince’s feet and said, ‘Dear Dīghāvu, please spare my life.’ ‘Who am I to spare your life? Sir, it’s you who should spare mine.’ ‘Well then, Dīghāvu, if you spare my life, I’ll spare yours.’ The king and Dīghāvu spared each other’s lives. They shook hands and made a vow not to harm one another.