Ravana had promised that Hanuman would live. But he still wanted to punish him.
“A monkey loves his tail best of all,” said Ravana. “Set it on fire, and lead him through the streets!”
The guards wrapped his tail in old cloth and poured oil on it. As they wrapped, Hanuman made himself bigger and bigger.
Then they lit the end of his tail. Whoosh! It glowed bright orange.
They led him through Lanka, blowing conch shells and beating drums. “Look, everyone! A spy!”
Hanuman could have broken the ropes at any time. But he walked on quietly, looking carefully at the city, so he could tell Rama all about it.
Children, mothers and grandfathers came out of their houses to see the monkey with the glowing tail.
Some of the guards in the garden ran to Sita. “Your monkey friend's tail is on fire!”
Sita was very worried. She closed her eyes and folded her hands, and she prayed to Agni, the god of fire.
“If I have served my husband well, and if I have been true to him, then, Agni, please be cool to Hanuman.”
And Agni listened. The flame on Hanuman's tail still danced, but now the wind that blew on it felt cool, like snow.
Hanuman was puzzled. “My tail is on fire, but it does not hurt at all!”
Then he understood. “It is because of Sita's goodness, and Rama's power. And my father, the Wind, is a friend of Fire.”
Hanuman made himself tiny, and slipped right out of the ropes!
Then he grew as tall as a hill again, and sprang up onto the great gate of the city.
From the top of the gate, Hanuman thought, “I have seen the city and met the king. One job is left, and my tail is already lit!”
He leapt from rooftop to rooftop. Wherever his tail touched, the roofs began to glow.
The wind blew, and the fire spread, until the sky over Lanka was orange and gold.
The people of Lanka ran out of their houses. Hanuman left just one house alone: the house of Vibhishana.
Then Hanuman ran to the seashore and dipped his tail into the ocean. Tsssss! The fire went out.
But then Hanuman gasped. “Oh no! What about Sita? Did the fire reach her garden?”
He was cross with himself. “I let my anger run away with me,” he said sadly.
Just then he heard voices high in the sky. “How wonderful! The whole city burned, but Sita is safe. The fire did not touch her.”
Hanuman's heart filled with joy. “Sita is safe! I will see her once more, and then I will fly home to Rama.” And that is the next story.