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find that the youth, with whom he had been conversing so
familiarly, was no other than the renowned Prince Kaitsi,
whose valor and chivalry the bards so often celebrated; at
length he held out the sreephul as if mechanically, and the
Prince, with a gracious smile, received it.
But a cloud soon overcast the brow of the good old Brah-
min, for it was then that he began to doubt whether the
youth, who accepted the fruit, was the identical Prince Kaitsi,
and a hundred times did he blame himself for being so
credulous ; he was relieved, however, from this uneasy state of
mind, when the Prince requested him to accompany him to
his father's palace; the Brahmin most gladly accepted the
invitation, and when he had arrived there, every spark of
doubt fled from his mind; joining, therefore, his hands
together in the most suppliant manner, he humbly requested
the Prince to forgive him for any offence that he might have
given him during their conversation on the road. The royal
youth gave him every assurance of forgiveness, and having
fixed the day when he would appear to claim his affianced
bride, dismissed the Brahmin with a present of a hundred
pieces of gold, adding, with a smile, " that the claims of the
old family-priest shall on no account be forgotten." The
Brahmin, having bestowed his blessings on the Prince, took
his leave and pursued his way towards Pathar, perfectly satis-
fied with the success of his mission, and the kind and conde-
scending manners of the youthful Prince—to mention nothing
about the extreme good effect that the promise of a reward
had upon the naturally avaricious mind of the Brahmin.
The Prince having thus dismissed the old priest, entered
his own private apartment, and ordered the waiter to bring
in the famous Bhat Bheemsen, who was the Pat-Bardai or
chief bard of the country. "Jo hookum,"* said the servant,
and, bowing profoundly, retired. Soon after a tall figure of a
* As your order.
find that the youth, with whom he had been conversing so
familiarly, was no other than the renowned Prince Kaitsi,
whose valor and chivalry the bards so often celebrated; at
length he held out the sreephul as if mechanically, and the
Prince, with a gracious smile, received it.
But a cloud soon overcast the brow of the good old Brah-
min, for it was then that he began to doubt whether the
youth, who accepted the fruit, was the identical Prince Kaitsi,
and a hundred times did he blame himself for being so
credulous ; he was relieved, however, from this uneasy state of
mind, when the Prince requested him to accompany him to
his father's palace; the Brahmin most gladly accepted the
invitation, and when he had arrived there, every spark of
doubt fled from his mind; joining, therefore, his hands
together in the most suppliant manner, he humbly requested
the Prince to forgive him for any offence that he might have
given him during their conversation on the road. The royal
youth gave him every assurance of forgiveness, and having
fixed the day when he would appear to claim his affianced
bride, dismissed the Brahmin with a present of a hundred
pieces of gold, adding, with a smile, " that the claims of the
old family-priest shall on no account be forgotten." The
Brahmin, having bestowed his blessings on the Prince, took
his leave and pursued his way towards Pathar, perfectly satis-
fied with the success of his mission, and the kind and conde-
scending manners of the youthful Prince—to mention nothing
about the extreme good effect that the promise of a reward
had upon the naturally avaricious mind of the Brahmin.
The Prince having thus dismissed the old priest, entered
his own private apartment, and ordered the waiter to bring
in the famous Bhat Bheemsen, who was the Pat-Bardai or
chief bard of the country. "Jo hookum,"* said the servant,
and, bowing profoundly, retired. Soon after a tall figure of a
* As your order.