"I accept your challenge," called out one of the youths, who was jesting earlier with his companions.
Puru gestured the young man to walk over to a table in front of a stall, with two empty benches waiting for them. The arm wrestling contest ended as soon as it started, Puru grinning at the challenger wolfishly. The challenger hung his head low and began to walk away with a stunned disappointment when Puru spoke from behind.
"Do not forget the reward for your bravery."
The youth spun back and found ten gold coins waiting for him on the table, the shine of the gold making his eyes sparkle. That must be more wealth than he had ever seen in his entire life. He quickly collected his participation reward and bundled them up in his kerchief. He then bowed to Puru with gratitude.
"Remember to pay your respects to Lord Yaman. He is the generous one."
The young man bowed once more and brought his joined palms to his forehead.
