King Sakara sat atop his throne, surveying the lofty view of his kingdom. At the top of the palace, one could see the horizon curve and the land give way to the sky, yet the edges of Sakara's domain were further still. Sitting now in quiet contemplation, he had a pleasant view of the sun setting over his lands. While the last rays of light were fading, Sakara wished for them to stay, and keep his kingdom shining so beautifully. Suddenly the king sat upright, a smile on his face. The light would always shine on his kingdom if only the whole earth were his. Calling his many sons together, King Sakara set forth a plan to complete the ritual of aswamedha. Sakara would then become the true king of all the lands. Hearing this, the gods grew fearful of one man ruling all of earth, no matter his purpose. When the ritual commenced, the great god Indra descended from heaven and stole the sacrificial horse. He descended deep into the underworld and released the beast. Outr...
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