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       This same to Nala;" and the egg-born said,

       "I go"—and flew; and told the Prince of all.

       But Damayanti, having heard the bird,

       Lived fancy-free no more; by Nala's side

       Her soul dwelt, while she sat at home distraught,

       Mournful and wan, sighing the hours away,

       With eyes upcast, and passion-laden looks;

       So that, eftsoons, her limbs failed, and her mind—

       With love o'erweighted—found no rest in sleep,

       No grace in company, no joy at feasts.

       Nor night nor day brought peace; always she heaved

       Sigh upon sigh, till all her maidens knew—

       By glance and mien and moan—how changed she was,

       Her own sweet self no more. Then to the King

       They told how Damayanti loved the Prince.

       Which thing when Bhima from her maidens heard,

       Deep pondering for his child what should be done,

       And why the Princess was beside herself,

       That lord of lands perceived his daughter grown,

       And knew that for her high Swayamvara

       The time was come.

       So, to the Rajas all

       The King sent word: "Ye Lords of Earth, attend

       Of Damayanti the Swayamvara."

       And when these learned of her Swayamvara,

       Obeying Bhima, to his court they thronged—

       Elephants, horses, cars—over the land

       In full files wending, bearing flags and wreaths

       Of countless hues, with gallant companies

       Of fighting men. And those high-hearted chiefs

       The strong-armed King welcomed with worship fair,

       As fitted each, and led them to their seats.

       Now at that hour there passed towards Indra's heaven,

       Thither from earth ascending, those twain saints—

       The wise, the pure, the mighty-minded ones,

       The self-restrained—Narad and Parvata.

       The mansion of the Sovereign of the Gods

       In honor entered they; and he, the Lord

       Of Clouds, dread Indra, softly them salutes,

       Inquiring of their weal, and of the world

       Wherethrough their name was famous, how it fares.

       Then Narad said: "Well is it, Lord of Gods,

       With us, and with our world; and well with those

       Who rule the peoples, O thou King in Heaven!"

       But He that slew the Demons spake again:—

       "The princes of the earth, just-minded, brave,

       Those who, in battle fearing not to fall,

       See death on the descending blade, and charge

       Full front against it, turning not their face—

       Theirs is this realm eternal, as to me

       The cow of plenty, Kâmadhuk, belongs.

       Where be my Kshatriya warriors? Wherefore now

       See I none coming of those slaughtered lords,

       Chiefs of mankind, our always honored guests?"

       And unto Indra Narad gave reply:—

       "King of the Air! no wars are waged below;

       None fall in fight, to enter here. The Lord

       Of high Vidarbha hath a daughter, famed

       For loveliness beyond all earthly maids,

       The Princess Damayanti, far-renowned.

       Of her, dread Sakra! the Swayamvara

       Shall soon befall, and thither now repair

       The kings and princes of all lands, to woo—

       Each for himself—this pearl of womanhood.

       For oh, thou Slayer of the Demons, all

       Desire the maid."

       Drew round, while Narad spake,

       The Masters, th'Immortals, pressing in

       With Agni and the Greatest, near the throne,

       To listen to the speech of Narada;

       Whom having heard, all cried delightedly,

       "We, too, will go." Thereupon those high gods,

       With chariots, and with heavenly retinues,

       Sped to Vidarbha, where the kings were met.

       And Nala, knowing of this kingly tryst,

       Went thither joyous, heart-full with the thought

       Of Damayanti.

       Thus it chanced the gods

       Beheld the Prince wending along his road,

       Goodly of mien, as is the Lord of Love.

       The world's Protectors saw him, like a sun

       For splendor; and, in very wonder, paused

       Some time irresolute, so fair he was;

       Then in mid-sky their golden chariots stayed,

       And through the clouds descending called to him:—

       "Abo! Nala of Nishadha! Noblest Prince,

       Be herald for us; bear our message now."

       "Yea!" Nala made reply, "this will I do"—

       And then—palm unto palm in reverence pressed—

       Asked: "Shining Ones, who are ye? Unto whom,

       And what words bearing, will ye that I go?

       Deign to instruct me what it is ye bid."

       Thus the Prince spake, and Indra answered him:—

       "Thou seest th'immortal gods. Indra am I,

       And this is Agni, and the other here,

       Varuna, Lord of Waters; and beyond,

       Yama, the King of Death, who parteth souls

       From mortal frames. To Damayanti go;

       Tell our approach. Say this: 'The world's dread lords,

       Wishful to see thee, come; desiring thee—

       Indra, Varuna, Agni, Yama, all.

       Choose of these powers to which thou wilt be given.'"

       But Nala, hearing that, joined palms again,

       And cried: "Ah, send me not, with one accord

       For this, most mighty Gods! How should a man

       Sue for another, being suitor too?

       How bear such errand? Have compassion, Gods!"

       Then spake they: "Yet thou saidst, 'This shall I do,'

       Nishadha's Prince! and wilt thou do it not,

       Forswearing faith? Nay, but depart, and soon!"

       So bid, but lingering yet again, he said:—

       "Well guarded are the gates; how shall I find

       Speech with her?"

       "Thou shalt find," Indra replied.

       And, lo! upon that word Nala was brought

       To Damayanti's chamber. There he saw

       Vidarbha's