They continued to march forward. They were almost out of the forest, when lo and behold! There was the body of the tiger they had been carrying yesterday. All were struck with wonder. No-one understood, except the King.

Jordon was waiting for the King's order to pick up and carry the Tiger’s body home, but the King did not respond. Jordon broke the silence, and asked the King, "Shall we take the tiger back home with us, your Majesty?" The King replied, "No. We will set up a large fire here, pray for the Tiger's spirit, and cremate his body." All were startled! "But your Majesty, the tiger's head. Do we not want it above your throne?" Being somewhat annoyed, the King's arrogance returned, "No! Do as I say! I’m the King!"

There, at the edge of the jungle, they prayed and burned the body of the Tiger. The cracking fire quickly burned the hair and skin on the Tiger's body. Then the bones could be seen, stained black by the blazing, orange fire. Large bones cracked out loud. They watched for a long time. Almost nothing was left—nothing but black dust and a pile of bones.

It was a spiritual awakening for some of the observers. Even the mighty tiger must pass, and so we are all here for a short time. We must make good use of the short time we have here.

Then, magically, in front of the entire gathering, the mighty spirit of the Tiger came. He no longer looked angry and mean. He winked his eye at the King. It was a friendly gesture. The King understood. The tiger they saw earlier that day was none other than this ghost. It was not a real tiger; it was a test. The King smiled and nodded his head. Then the mighty spirit rose up, up, and up, way into the clouds. It was a grand spectacle for all to see.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The spirit roared. And his voice echoed all over the land!