This time the passageway ends beside a large lake at the front of a splendid castle.  While Hanuman is studying the layout of the place and wondering where Phra Ram might be, the main gate opens, and out comes the unhappy Pirakuan.  Hanuman hides himself, and as Pirakuan fills her jars at the lake, the Son of the Wind hears her sigh heavily and say to herself, "Alas, that a mother should have to draw water to be used to boil alive her own son.  And what evil destiny requires me to play a part in destroying the noble Phra Ram?"

At this, Hanuman immediately presents himself to Pirakuan and quickly convinces her that the only hope of saving her son lies in smuggling him into the castle.  To do this Hanuman shrinks himself to the size of a lotus fiber and hides himself in the seam of Pirakuan's dress.

When Pirakuan returns to the castle gate, the demon watchmen weigh her, as they do everybody entering and leaving the castle, thus saving themselves the task of searching for contraband and hidden weapons.  Pirakuan has been in and out of the gates innumerable times, so they know her weight to a hair.  On this occasion, however, instead of balancing exactly, the scales give a mighty groan and break into pieces.  Hanuman is to blame, of course, for although he has changed his size, he did not think to change his weight.

The watchmen are furious.  How are they going to explain this to their officer, they ask themselves, and where are they to get another pair of scales?  "We're going to kill you for this," they shout at Pirakuan.  "Just wait while we think of a particularly fiendish way of doing it."  At Hanuman's prompting, Pirakuan says, "Well, what do you expect of a pair of scales that has been used for the last one hundred thousand years?" adding, with a sigh, "Anyway, life is so terrible that I'd just as soon die now as later.  At least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that you will have to draw the water yourselves instead of idling away your time beside this gate."  This gives the demons something to think about, and they talk the business over among themselves, agreeing that they should not act too hastily.  The upshot of the matter is that they let Pirakuan pass into the castle, contenting themselves with uttering threats of future punishment.

Once inside, Hanuman reverts to his normal size.  Pirakuan leads him to an inner garden where Maiyarap is sleeping in the shade, it is midafternoon by underworld reckoning and very warm, and having led him to the cage where Phra Ram is imprisoned, leaves him to deal with the matter as he thinks fit.

Ten million soldiers lie snoring about the cage.  Hanuman's bright eyes dance with glee when he thinks what a fine fight they will provide him with, but he restrains himself.  "Later, valiant monkey," he says to himself and turns to the business of releasing Phra Ram.  It does not take him long.  With one spell he deepens the sleep of the soldiers and with another he makes the iron bars of the cage bend back with a groan to admit him.  He picks up the still sleeping Phra Ram tenderly, hurries back with him to the upper world and there places him at the summit of a mountain.  "Angels, watch over him while I'm gone," he shouts into the heavens, "or there'll be the devil to pay!"

Then quickly he returns to the underworld.