Note 2 — The Millet Trader
H. (Henry) Parker translation
One day, while they were living in that manner, the two Princes having gone to shoot birds with bows and arrows, walked until night-fall, but were unable to find any birds. As they were coming back, there was a Horse-radish tree (Murungā)2 at the front of the King’s palace, in which was a turtle dove. The younger brother saw it, and said to the elder brother, “Elder brother, there! There is a turtle-dove.” The elder brother shot at the turtle-dove, and it fell dead.