"For three months, the scorpions ate his white skin and ruby flesh, but still the warrior endured. Even when h

"For three months, the scorpions ate his white skin and ruby flesh, but still the warrior endured. Even when he was eaten, Khorkhor did not die, for he was truly great. It was then that Bundha the Singing Butcher came to him. The immortal rakshasa told him that great was Khorkhor's shame, but more shameful still would be to run from it like a coward, rather than atone for it. Khorkhor's spirits were rekindled. He arose and, through sheer force of will, forged himself a new body out of iron. He accomplished many great deeds thereafter, and in the end he regained his position of honor and nobility."