Vikram returned to the tree and mounted Betaal on his shoulders once more. Betaal began revealing to him another story. 

The story went this way: King Jaipal had three sovereigns. Every one of them was exceptionally delightful, touchy, and sensitive. 

At some point, the primary sovereign was injured when a bloom from her hair fell on her thigh. One more night, when the lord and his subsequent sovereign were investing energy in the patio, the evening glow consumed her skin. The third sovereign was likewise no less. Once, she heard somebody sobbing in the following room, she turned pale and blacked out. 

Betaal asked Vikram, "Disclose to me O Wise ruler! Which among the three sovereigns is generally delicate?" Vikram answered, "The third sovereign was the most touchy in light of the fact that as I would like to think, the individuals who are delicate to the enduring of others are delicate in the genuine feeling of the word." Betaal was extremely content with the appropriate response. 

He stated, "Almost certainly, you are smart! However, you generally tragically break your quietness. Presently, I should fly back to the tree. Farewell!" Saying this, Betaal flew back to the tree.