He ordered father to show him the secret place. Dhatusepa asked to bring him to the bank of an artificial lake that was created during his reign. "This is my treasure" - he pointed. Furious Kassapa had his father walled up in the embankment, leaving a small slit - "so you can admire your treasure untill you die." It is interesting that during the construction of the lake the old hermit had seated himself in the path of the advancing enbankment and settled into a meditative trance. Nobody and nothing could make him move away. Then angry Dhatusepa ordered to build the embankment over the hermit. And then, years later, the same fate befell him.
Dry as a flower
That has fallen on a rock
Are the hearts of those beauties
Whose golden skin
Has caught my mind
She answers no-one
For her king has died.
The ladies who wear golden chains on their breasts
beckon to me.
Now I have seen these resplendent ladies,
heaven has lost its appeal for me.
Nothing much is left of the unique palace: a foundation , a large rock-cut pool for collecting rain water, a stone bench of the king, stone steps and walkways. The view from the summit is arrestingly beautiful. And it is not hot up there due to a very strong wind (another reason for the king to move higher).