So the prince and his daughter, with their retinue, ascended the hill. As they approached, Phra Abhai Mani and Sin Samudr, who were supposed to be wrapped in meditation, looked up. Phra Abhai Mani saw Suvarnamali and held his breath. He had never seen such a vision of beauty before. Suvarnamali, on her part, was not a little surprised to find that the hermit had so handsome a disciple. Their eyes met, and said more than words ever could. After an exchange of greetings, Silaraj told the hermit and his disciples how he had arrived at the island. He then turned to Phra Abhai Mani and asked who he was and how he came to be on the island and taken refuge with the hermit. Phra Abhai Mani replied by telling him the whole story, from the time he learned to play the flute and thus incurred the wrath of his father, to the time when he escaped from the giantess of the sea. Silaraj (and undoubtedly his daughter also) was profoundly moved, and expressed interest in the magic flute. He wished Phra Abhai Mani to play it for them. But the latter declined, saying that as he had taken holy vows he could not play on the flute. He added, however, that as he had taught his son how to play on it, Sin Samudr could, with the hermit's permission, satisfy the prince's curiosity. So when the requisite permission had been granted, Sin Samudr took up his father's flute and started to play a soothing air. As was inevitable, all those who heard the melody were soon drowsy with sleep, and dropped off one by one. In the end, Sin Samudr and his father were the only ones left awake.