What was it thou didst utter,
hearing this?
Some gentle speech! Say
it again—the Queen,
My peerless mistress, fain
would know from me.
Nay, on thy faith, when thou
didst hear that man,
What was it thou replied?
She would know.”
(Descendant of
the Kurus!) Nala’s heart,
While so the maid spoke, well-nigh
burst with grief,
And from his eyes fast flowed
the rolling tears;
But, mastering his anguish,
holding down
The passion of his pain, with
voice which strove
To speak through sobs, the
Prince repeated this:—
“Even against
the ruined, rash, ungrateful,
Faithless,
fond Prince, from whom the birds did steal
His only cloth,
whom now a penance fateful
Dooms
to sad days, that dark-eyed will not feel
Anger; for if
she saw him she should see
A
man consumed with grief and loss and shame;
Ill or well lodged,
ever in misery,
Her
unthroned lord, a slave without a name.”
Speaking these
verses, woful Nala moaned,
And, overcome by thought,
restrained no more
His trickling tears; fast
broke they forth (O King!).
But Keshini, returning, told
his words
To Damayanti, and the grief
of him.
When Damayanti
heard, sore-troubled still,
Yet in her heart supposing
him her Prince,
Again she spake: “Go,
Kashini, and watch
Whatever this man doeth; near
him stand,
Holding thy peace, and mark
the ways of him
And all his acts, going and
coming; note
If aught there be of strange
in any deed.
Let them not give him fire,
my girl—not though
This hindereth sore; nor water,
though he ask
Even with beseeching.
Afterwards observe,
And bring me what befalls,
and every sign
Of earthly or unearthly power
he shows;
And whatsoever else Vahuka
doth,
See it, and say.”
Thereon
Keshini sped,
Obeying Damayanti and—at
hand—
Whatever by that horse-tamer
was wrought,
The damsel watched, and all
his ways; and came
Back to the Princess, unto
whom she told
Each thing Vahuka did, as
it befell,
And what the signs were, and
the wondrous works
Of earthly and unearthly gifts
in him.
“Subhe!"[27]
quoth she, “the man is magical,
But high and holy mannered;
never yet
Saw I another such, nor heard
of him.
Passing the low door of the
inner court,
Where one must stoop, he did
not bow his head,
But as he came the lintel
lifted up
And gave him space. Bhima
the King had sent
Many and diverse meats for
Rituparna,
Of beast and bird and fish—great
store of food—
The which to cleanse some
chatties stood hard by,
All empty; yet he did but
look on them,
Wishful, and lo! the water