An Essence of the Dusk, 5th Edition eBook

F. W. Bain
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 66 pages of information about An Essence of the Dusk, 5th Edition.

An Essence of the Dusk, 5th Edition eBook

F. W. Bain
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 66 pages of information about An Essence of the Dusk, 5th Edition.
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?

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