she looked so indescribably and unutterably beautiful,
that even that loathsome bird was moved. And
he said to his companion: Daughter, I was right,
and thou wert wrong. Look, and see, and allow,
that she is far more beautiful than even thou art.
Thereupon that gridhri[16] laughed also, and
she said: Time shall show. Listen, King.
This is Kirttisena, a nephew of Wasuki, King of the
Snakes, and I am his only daughter. For this
form of vulture was assumed by us, only to converse
with thee. Now he maintained thy daughter to
be more beautiful than I am. Thereupon I vowed
vengeance. But I agreed to leave her unmolested,
if thou didst give her to him for a wife. So
to preserve her from my vengeance, he asked her of
thee in marriage. Now, then, since thou hast rejected
his suit, despising him hastily for his outward form,
and since my own beauty has been slighted by his comparison,
ye two shall be punished, she for her beauty, and
thou for thy insolence, and through the means of that
very beauty, on account of which my father and I have
become contemptible. See, O thou who despisest
a suitor, whether thou canst easily procure another.
This shall be the condition of thy daughter’s
marriage. Whatever suitor shall lay claim to her,
thou shalt send up to this terrace alone at flight.
And if he claims, and does not come, we will swallow
thy city whole, houses and all. Then those two
vultures disappeared. And not long afterwards,
hearing that my daughter was to be given in marriage,
suitors arrived like swarms of bees from every quarter
of the world, attracted by her fame. For she is
called Yashowati, because the fame of her fills the
world. Then all those suitors followed one another,
like the days of the year in which they went, up upon
the terrace of the city wall: and like those days,
not one of them all has ever returned, but they have
vanished utterly, none knows how, or where. And
when all the distant suitors were exhausted, and all
the neighbouring kings, then, in my ardent desire to
get her married, no matter how, to no matter whom,
I offered her to the men of my own city, showing her
to them from the palace windows. And every man
that saw her ran to win her; and one by one, the men
of the city followed after her former suitors, till
they grew few in the city. Thereupon the women
banded together, and took their husbands and their
sons and everything in the shape of a man, and hid
them: and now as thou seest, there is not a man
to be seen or found, in the whole city. But every
stranger that comes to the city, they catch, and bring
him straight to me, as they have done in thy case
also. And the mere sight of my daughter always
makes him not only willing, but, as thou art, even
eager, to marry her at any cost. And yet they
have all utterly vanished, like stones, dropped, one
after another, into a well without a floor. And
there is my daughter, maiden and unmarried still.
And I can see my ancestors, wringing their hands for
grief: knowing well, that as soon as I myself
am dead, it is all over with their race. For who
will offer them water, since the fatal beauty of my
only daughter has set a term to my ancient line?