So he said, ‘Seek not to hear of it, O my betrothed!’

Then she gazed at the light a moment more intently, and turned her fair shape toward him, and put up her long white fingers to his chin, and smoothed him with their softness, whispering, ‘Tell me of it, my life!’

And so it was that her winningness melted him, and he said, ’Bhanavar! the serpent is the Serpent of the Lake; old, wise, powerful; of the brood of the sacred mountain, that lifteth by day a peak of gold, and by night a point of solitary silver.  In her head, upon her forehead, between her eyes, there is a Jewel, and it is this light.’

Then she said, ‘How came the Jewel there, in such a place?’

He answered, ’’Tis the growth of one thousand years in the head of the serpent.’

She cried, ‘Surely precious?’

He answered, ‘Beyond price!’

As he spake the tears streamed from him, and he was shaken with grief, but she noted nought of this, and watched the wonder of the light, and its increasing, and quivering, and lengthening; and the light was as an arrow of beams and as a globe of radiance.  Desire for the Jewel waxed in her, and she had no sight but for it alone, crying, ’’Tis a Jewel exceeding in preciousness all jewels that are, and for the possessing it would I forfeit all that is.’

So he said sorrowfully, ’Our love, O Bhanavar? and our hopes of espousal?’

But she cried, ’No question of that!  Prove now thy passion for me, O warrior! and win for me that Jewel.’

Then he pleaded with her, and exclaimed, ’Urge not this!  The winning of the Jewel is worth my life; and my life, O Bhanavar—­surely its breath is but the love of thee.’

So she said, ‘Thou fearest a risk?’

And he replied, ’Little fear I; my life is thine to cast away.  This Jewel it is evil to have, and evil followeth the soul that hath it.’

Upon that she cried, ’A trick to cheat me of the Jewel! thy love is wanting at the proof.’

And she taunted the youth her betrothed, and turned from him, and hardened at his tenderness, and made her sweet shape as a thorn to his caressing, and his heart was charged with anguish for her.  So at the last, when he had wept a space in silence, he cried, ’Thou hast willed it; the Jewel shall be thine, O my soul!’

Then said he, ’Thou hast willed it, O Bhanavar! and my life is as a grain of sand weighed against thy wishes; Allah is my witness!  Meet me therefore here, O my beloved, at the end of one quarter-moon, even beneath the shadow of this palm-tree, by the lake, and at this hour, and I will deliver into thy hands the Jewel.  So farewell!  Wind me once about with thine arms, that I may take comfort from thee.’

When their kiss was over the youth led her silently to the brook of their parting—­the clear, cold, bubbling brook—­and passed from her sight; and the damsel was exulting, and leapt and made circles in her glee, and she danced and rioted and sang, and clapped her hands, crying, ’If I am now Bhanavar the Beautiful how shall I be when that Jewel is upon me, the bright light which beameth in the darkness, and needeth to light it no other light?  Surely there will be envy among the maidens and the widows, and my name and the odour of my beauty will travel to the courts of far kings.’