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bird. It wounded but did not kill the crane, which flew off with the arrow sticking in its breast, the blood
dripping from it in its flight, which became gradually slower and slower. At the sight of the bird going off
with the precious jewelled arrow, the king was filled with rage, and sent orders that Sringa-Bhuja should be
fetched to his presence immediately. But before the messengers reached him, he had started in pursuit of the
bird, guided by the blood-drops on the ground.
5. Did the brothers show wisdom in the plot they laid against their brother?
6. What do you think from this story, so far as you have read it, were the chief qualities of Sringa-Bhuja?
CHAPTER IV.
As Sringa-Bhuja sped along after the crane, the beggar made some strange signs in the air with the staff he
used to help him along; and such clouds of dust arose that no one could see in which direction the young
prince had gone. The brothers and Ayasolekha were very much dismayed at the way things had turned out,
and greatly feared that the king's anger would vent itself on them, now that Sringa-Bhuja had disappeared.
Vira-Bhuja did send for them, and asked them many questions; but they all kept the secret of how
Sringa-Bhuja had got the arrow, and promised to do all they could to help to get it back. Again the king
thought he would go and see the mother of his dear youngest son; but again something held him back, and
poor Guna-Vara was left alone, no one ever going near her except the gaoler who took her her daily food.
After trying everything possible to find out where Sringa-Bhuja had gone, the king began to show special
favour to another of his sons; and as the months passed by, it seemed as if the young prince and the jewelled
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arrow were both forgotten.
Meanwhile Sringa-Bhuja travelled on and on in the track of the drops of blood, till he came to the outskirts of
a fine forest, through which many beaten paths led to a very great city. He sat down to rest at the foot of a
wide-spreading tree, and was gazing up at the towers and pinnacles of the town, rising far upwards towards
the sky, when he had a feeling that he was no longer alone. He was right: for, coming slowly along one of the
paths, was a lovely young girl, singing softly to herself in a beautiful voice. Her eyes were like those of a
young doe, and her features were perfect in their form and expression, reminding Sringa-Bhuja of his mother,
whom he was beginning to fear he would never see again.
When the young girl was quite close to him, he startled her by saying, Can you tell me what is the name of
this city?
Of course, I can, she replied, for I live in it. It is called Dhuma-Pura, and it belongs to my father: he is a
great magician named Agni-Sikha, who loves not strangers. Now tell me who you are and whence you
come?
Then Sringa-Bhuja told the maiden all about himself, and why he was wandering so far from home. The girl,
whose name was Rupa-Sikha, listened very attentively; and when he came to the shooting of the crane, and
how he had followed the bleeding bird in the hope of getting back his father's jewelled arrow, she began to
tremble.
Alas, alas! she said. The bird you shot was my father, who can take any form he chooses. He returned
home but yesterday, and I drew the arrow from his wound and dressed the hurt myself. He gave me the
jewelled arrow to keep, and I will never part with it. As for you, the sooner you depart the better; for my
father never forgives, and he is so powerful that you would have no chance of escape if he knew you were
here.
Hearing this, Sringa-Bhuja became very sad, not because he was afraid of Agni-Sikha, but because he knew
that he already loved the fair maiden who stood beside him, and was resolved to make her his wife. She too
felt drawn towards him and did not like to think of his going away. Besides this, she had much to fear from
her father, who was as cruel as he was mighty, and had caused the death already of many lovers who had
wished to marry her. She had never cared for any of them, and had been content to live without a husband,
spending her life in wandering about near her home and winning the love of all who lived near her, even that
of the wild creatures of the forest, who would none of them dream of hurting her. Often and often she stood
between the wrath of her father and those he wished to injure; for, wicked as he was, he loved her and wanted
her to be happy,
7. Do you think that a really wicked man is able to love any one truly?
8. What would have been the best thing for Sringa-Bhuja to do, when he found out who the bird he had shot
really was?
CHAPTER V.
Rupa-Sikha did not take long to decide what was best for her to do. She said to the prince, I will give you
back your golden arrow, and you must make all possible haste out of our country before my father discovers
you are here.
No! no! no! a thousand times no! cried the prince. Now I have once seen you, I can never, never leave you.
Can you not learn to love me and be my wife? Then he fell prostrate at her feet, and looked up into her face
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so lovingly that she could not resist him. She bent down towards him, and the next moment they were clasped
in each other's arms, quite forgetting all the dangers that threatened them. Rupa-Sikha was the first to
remember her father, and drawing herself away from her lover, she said to him:
Listen to me, and I will tell you what we must do. My father is a magician, it is true, but I am his daughter,
and I inherit some of his powers. If only you will promise to do exactly as I tell you, I think I may be able to
save you, and perhaps even become your wife. I am the youngest of a large family and my father's favourite. I
will go and tell him that a great and mighty prince, hearing of his wonderful gifts, has come to our land to ask
for an interview with him. Then I will tell him that I have seen you, fallen in love with you, and want to marry
you. He will be flattered to think his fame has spread so far, and will want to see you, even if he refuses to let
me be your wife. I will lead you to his presence and leave you with him alone. If you really love me, you will
find the way to win his consent; but you must keep out of his sight till I have prepared the way for you. Come
with me now, and I will show you a hiding-place.
Rupa-Sikha then led the prince far away into the depths of the forest, and showed him a large tree, the
wide-spreading branches of which touched the ground, completely hiding the trunk, in which there was an
opening large enough for a man to pass through. Steps cut in the inside of the trunk led down to a wide space
underground; and there the magician's daughter told her lover to wait for her return. Before I go, she said, I
will tell you my own password, which will save you from death if you should be discovered. It is LOTUS
FLOWER; and everyone to whom you say it, will know that you are under my protection.
When Rupa-Sikha reached the palace she found her father in a very bad humour, because she had not been to
ask how the wound in his breast was getting on. She did her best to make up for her neglect; and when she had
dressed the wound very carefully, she prepared a dainty meal for her father with her own hands, waiting upon
him herself whilst he ate it. All this pleased him, and he was in quite an amiable mood when she said to him:
Now I must tell you that I too have had an adventure. As I was gathering herbs in the forest, I met a man I
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bird. It wounded but did not kill the crane, which flew off with the arrow sticking in its breast, the blood
dripping from it in its flight, which became gradually slower and slower. At the sight of the bird going off
with the precious jewelled arrow, the king was filled with rage, and sent orders that Sringa-Bhuja should be
fetched to his presence immediately. But before the messengers reached him, he had started in pursuit of the
bird, guided by the blood-drops on the ground.
5. Did the brothers show wisdom in the plot they laid against their brother?
6. What do you think from this story, so far as you have read it, were the chief qualities of Sringa-Bhuja?
CHAPTER IV.
As Sringa-Bhuja sped along after the crane, the beggar made some strange signs in the air with the staff he
used to help him along; and such clouds of dust arose that no one could see in which direction the young
prince had gone. The brothers and Ayasolekha were very much dismayed at the way things had turned out,
and greatly feared that the king's anger would vent itself on them, now that Sringa-Bhuja had disappeared.
Vira-Bhuja did send for them, and asked them many questions; but they all kept the secret of how
Sringa-Bhuja had got the arrow, and promised to do all they could to help to get it back. Again the king
thought he would go and see the mother of his dear youngest son; but again something held him back, and
poor Guna-Vara was left alone, no one ever going near her except the gaoler who took her her daily food.
After trying everything possible to find out where Sringa-Bhuja had gone, the king began to show special
favour to another of his sons; and as the months passed by, it seemed as if the young prince and the jewelled
CHAPTER IV. 32
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arrow were both forgotten.
Meanwhile Sringa-Bhuja travelled on and on in the track of the drops of blood, till he came to the outskirts of
a fine forest, through which many beaten paths led to a very great city. He sat down to rest at the foot of a
wide-spreading tree, and was gazing up at the towers and pinnacles of the town, rising far upwards towards
the sky, when he had a feeling that he was no longer alone. He was right: for, coming slowly along one of the
paths, was a lovely young girl, singing softly to herself in a beautiful voice. Her eyes were like those of a
young doe, and her features were perfect in their form and expression, reminding Sringa-Bhuja of his mother,
whom he was beginning to fear he would never see again.
When the young girl was quite close to him, he startled her by saying, Can you tell me what is the name of
this city?
Of course, I can, she replied, for I live in it. It is called Dhuma-Pura, and it belongs to my father: he is a
great magician named Agni-Sikha, who loves not strangers. Now tell me who you are and whence you
come?
Then Sringa-Bhuja told the maiden all about himself, and why he was wandering so far from home. The girl,
whose name was Rupa-Sikha, listened very attentively; and when he came to the shooting of the crane, and
how he had followed the bleeding bird in the hope of getting back his father's jewelled arrow, she began to
tremble.
Alas, alas! she said. The bird you shot was my father, who can take any form he chooses. He returned
home but yesterday, and I drew the arrow from his wound and dressed the hurt myself. He gave me the
jewelled arrow to keep, and I will never part with it. As for you, the sooner you depart the better; for my
father never forgives, and he is so powerful that you would have no chance of escape if he knew you were
here.
Hearing this, Sringa-Bhuja became very sad, not because he was afraid of Agni-Sikha, but because he knew
that he already loved the fair maiden who stood beside him, and was resolved to make her his wife. She too
felt drawn towards him and did not like to think of his going away. Besides this, she had much to fear from
her father, who was as cruel as he was mighty, and had caused the death already of many lovers who had
wished to marry her. She had never cared for any of them, and had been content to live without a husband,
spending her life in wandering about near her home and winning the love of all who lived near her, even that
of the wild creatures of the forest, who would none of them dream of hurting her. Often and often she stood
between the wrath of her father and those he wished to injure; for, wicked as he was, he loved her and wanted
her to be happy,
7. Do you think that a really wicked man is able to love any one truly?
8. What would have been the best thing for Sringa-Bhuja to do, when he found out who the bird he had shot
really was?
CHAPTER V.
Rupa-Sikha did not take long to decide what was best for her to do. She said to the prince, I will give you
back your golden arrow, and you must make all possible haste out of our country before my father discovers
you are here.
No! no! no! a thousand times no! cried the prince. Now I have once seen you, I can never, never leave you.
Can you not learn to love me and be my wife? Then he fell prostrate at her feet, and looked up into her face
CHAPTER V. 33
Hindu Tales from the Sanskrit
so lovingly that she could not resist him. She bent down towards him, and the next moment they were clasped
in each other's arms, quite forgetting all the dangers that threatened them. Rupa-Sikha was the first to
remember her father, and drawing herself away from her lover, she said to him:
Listen to me, and I will tell you what we must do. My father is a magician, it is true, but I am his daughter,
and I inherit some of his powers. If only you will promise to do exactly as I tell you, I think I may be able to
save you, and perhaps even become your wife. I am the youngest of a large family and my father's favourite. I
will go and tell him that a great and mighty prince, hearing of his wonderful gifts, has come to our land to ask
for an interview with him. Then I will tell him that I have seen you, fallen in love with you, and want to marry
you. He will be flattered to think his fame has spread so far, and will want to see you, even if he refuses to let
me be your wife. I will lead you to his presence and leave you with him alone. If you really love me, you will
find the way to win his consent; but you must keep out of his sight till I have prepared the way for you. Come
with me now, and I will show you a hiding-place.
Rupa-Sikha then led the prince far away into the depths of the forest, and showed him a large tree, the
wide-spreading branches of which touched the ground, completely hiding the trunk, in which there was an
opening large enough for a man to pass through. Steps cut in the inside of the trunk led down to a wide space
underground; and there the magician's daughter told her lover to wait for her return. Before I go, she said, I
will tell you my own password, which will save you from death if you should be discovered. It is LOTUS
FLOWER; and everyone to whom you say it, will know that you are under my protection.
When Rupa-Sikha reached the palace she found her father in a very bad humour, because she had not been to
ask how the wound in his breast was getting on. She did her best to make up for her neglect; and when she had
dressed the wound very carefully, she prepared a dainty meal for her father with her own hands, waiting upon
him herself whilst he ate it. All this pleased him, and he was in quite an amiable mood when she said to him:
Now I must tell you that I too have had an adventure. As I was gathering herbs in the forest, I met a man I
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