her handmaiden
To Vahuka, that she might question him.
“Go, Keshini,” the Princess said; “inquire
Who is that man upon the driving-seat,
Misshapen, with the shrunken arm. Approach
Composedly, question him winningly
With greetings kind, and bid him answer thee
According to the truth. I feel at heart
A doubt—a hope—that this, perchance, may be
My Lord and Prince; there is some new-born joy
Fluttering within my breast. Accost him, girl;
And, ere thou partest, what Parnada said,
Say thou, and hear him answer, blameless one,
And bring it on thy lips!”
Then went the maid
Demurely, and accosted Vahuka,
While Damayanti watched them from the roof.
“Kushalam te bravimi—health and peace
I wish thee!” said she. “Wilt thou answer true
What Damayanti asks? She sends to ask
Whence set ye forth, and wherefore are ye come
Hither? Vidarbha’s Princess fain would know.”
“’Twas told my Raja,” Vahuka replied,
“That Damayanti for the second turn
Holds her Swayamvara: the Brahman’s word
Was, “This shall be to-morrow.” So he sped,
Hearing that news, with steeds which in one day
Fly fifty yojanas, swift as the winds,
Exceeding fleet. His charioteer am I.”
“Who, then,” Keshini asked, “is he that rode
The third? whence cometh he, and what his race?
And thou thyself whence sprung? and tell me why
Thou servest thus?”
Then Vahuka replied:—
“Varshneya is the third who rode with us,
The famous charioteer of Nala he:
When thy Prince fled, he went to Koshala
And took our service. I in horse-taming
And dressing meat have skill; so am I made
King Rituparna’s driver and his cook.”
“Knoweth Varshneya, then, where Nala fled?”
Inquired the maid; “and did he tell thee this,
Or what spake he?”
“Of that unhappy Prince
He brought the children hither, and then went
Even where he would, of Nala wotting nought;
Nor wotteth any man, fair damsel! more.
Hidden from mortal eyes Nishadha lives,
Wandering the world, his very body changed.
Of Nala only Nala’s own heart knows,
And by no sign doth he bewray himself.”
Keshini said: “That Brahman who did wend
First to Ayodhya bore a verse to say
Over and over, everywhere—strange words,
Wove by a woman’s wit. Listen to these:—
To Vahuka, that she might question him.
“Go, Keshini,” the Princess said; “inquire
Who is that man upon the driving-seat,
Misshapen, with the shrunken arm. Approach
Composedly, question him winningly
With greetings kind, and bid him answer thee
According to the truth. I feel at heart
A doubt—a hope—that this, perchance, may be
My Lord and Prince; there is some new-born joy
Fluttering within my breast. Accost him, girl;
And, ere thou partest, what Parnada said,
Say thou, and hear him answer, blameless one,
And bring it on thy lips!”
Then went the maid
Demurely, and accosted Vahuka,
While Damayanti watched them from the roof.
“Kushalam te bravimi—health and peace
I wish thee!” said she. “Wilt thou answer true
What Damayanti asks? She sends to ask
Whence set ye forth, and wherefore are ye come
Hither? Vidarbha’s Princess fain would know.”
“’Twas told my Raja,” Vahuka replied,
“That Damayanti for the second turn
Holds her Swayamvara: the Brahman’s word
Was, “This shall be to-morrow.” So he sped,
Hearing that news, with steeds which in one day
Fly fifty yojanas, swift as the winds,
Exceeding fleet. His charioteer am I.”
“Who, then,” Keshini asked, “is he that rode
The third? whence cometh he, and what his race?
And thou thyself whence sprung? and tell me why
Thou servest thus?”
Then Vahuka replied:—
“Varshneya is the third who rode with us,
The famous charioteer of Nala he:
When thy Prince fled, he went to Koshala
And took our service. I in horse-taming
And dressing meat have skill; so am I made
King Rituparna’s driver and his cook.”
“Knoweth Varshneya, then, where Nala fled?”
Inquired the maid; “and did he tell thee this,
Or what spake he?”
“Of that unhappy Prince
He brought the children hither, and then went
Even where he would, of Nala wotting nought;
Nor wotteth any man, fair damsel! more.
Hidden from mortal eyes Nishadha lives,
Wandering the world, his very body changed.
Of Nala only Nala’s own heart knows,
And by no sign doth he bewray himself.”
Keshini said: “That Brahman who did wend
First to Ayodhya bore a verse to say
Over and over, everywhere—strange words,
Wove by a woman’s wit. Listen to these:—
’Whither
art thou departed, cruel lover,
Who
stole the half of thy beloved’s cloth,
And left her to
awaken and discover
The
wrong thou wroughtest to the love of both?
She, as thou didst
command, a sad watch keepeth,
With
woful heart wearing the rended dress.
Prince, hear her
cry who thus forever weepeth;
Be
mindful, hero; comfort her distress!’