wonders forth
    Of blade and flower and fruit.  The ache was gone,
    The loneliness and load.  Heart-full of ease,
    Lovelier she grew and brighter, like the moon
    Mounting at midnight in the cloudless blue. 
                    When Rituparna heard
    How Vahuka is Nala in disguise,
    And of the meeting, right rejoiced at heart
    That Raja grew.  And, being softly prayed
    By Nala favorable thought, the King
    Made royal and gentle answer, with like grace
    By Nala met.  To whom spake Rituparna:—­
    “Joy go with thee and her, happily joined. 
    But say, Nishadha, wrought I any jot
    Wrongful to thee, whilst sojourning unknown
    Within my walls?  If any word or deed,
    Purposed or purposeless, hath vexed thee, friend,
    For one and all thy pardon grant to me!”
      And Nala answered:  “Never act or word,
    The smallest, Raja, lingers to excuse! 
    If this were otherwise, thy slave was I,
    And might not question, but must pardon thee. 
    Yet good to me thou wert, princely and just,
    And kind thou art; and friendly from this time
    Deign thou to be.  Happily was I lodged,
    Well-tended, well-befriended in thy house;
    In mine own palace never better stead. 
    The skill in steeds which pleased thee, that is mine,
    And, Raja, I will give it all to thee,
    If thou art minded.” 
                         So Nishadha gave
    All his great gift in horses to the King,
    Who learned each rule approved, and ordinance;
    And, having all this knowledge, gave in turn
    His deepest lore of numbers and the dice
    To Nala, afterwards departing home
    To his own place, another charioteer
    Driving his steeds; and, Rituparna gone,
    Not long did Nala dwell in Bhima’s town. 
      When one moon he had tarried, taking leave,
    Nishadha to his city started forth
    With chosen train.  A shining car he drove;
    And elephants sixteen, and fifty horse,
    And footmen thirty-score came in the rear. 
    Swiftly did Nala journey, making earth
    Quake ’neath his flying car; and wrathfully
    With quick steps entered he his palace doors. 
    The son of Virasena, Nala, stood
    Once more before that gamester Pushkara! 
    Spake he:  “Play yet again; much wealth is mine,
    And that, and all I have—­yea, my Princess—­
    Set I for stakes:  set thou this realm, and throw! 
    My mind is fixed a second chance to try,
    Where, Pushkara, we will play for all or none. 
    Who wins his throne and treasures from a prince,
    Must stand the hazard of the counter-cast—­
    This is the accepted law.  If thou dost blench,
    The next game we will play is ‘life or death,’
    In chariot-fight; when, or of thee or me
    One shall lie satisfied:  ’Descended realms,