Almost in despair, Totsagan has Hanuman brought before him.  "Is there no way to kill you?" he asks.

The cunning monkey thinks fast.  It is time to bring the business to an end and return to Phra Ram.  He assumes an expression of the utmost simplicity, bows before Totsagan and replies "Almost none, great king."

Totsagan takes heart at this.  "Almost none," he says.  "Then you must indeed be a powerful monkey.  Tell me truthfully now, as one warrior to another, what is it that the gods have not protected you against?"

"Fire, my lord," says Hanuman promptly.  "If there's anything that can do for me, it's fire."

Totsagan gives a great laugh at the simplicity of the monkey,  "Fetch me hay and fibers and cotton," he says, and jars of palm oil."

The materials are brought.  The demon orders that Hanuman be securely bound in the materials, which are then thoroughly soaked with oil.  Totsagan takes his diamond spear.

"Now, monkey," he says, "we shall see what you are made of:"  And with one great blow of his spear against Hanuman's flinty hide, he turns him into a blazing torch.