Up started she, with beating heart, and joined And Yama said (the dreadful god of death): Then Sâvitrî spake sadly: "It is taught In pity of her love, the Pityless With that the gloomy God fitted his noose And forced forth from the Prince the soul of him Subtile, a thumb in length — which being reft, Breath stayed, blood stopped, the body's grace was gone, And all life's warmth to stony coldness turned. Then, binding it, the Silent Presence bore But Sâvitrî the Princess followed him; Being so bold in wifely purity, So holy by her love; and so upheld, She followed him. Presently Yama turned. "Go back," quoth he. "Pay for him funeral dues. Enough, O Sâvitrî, is wrought for love; Go back! Too far already hast thou come." "Be master of thyself, if thou wilt be "I give this gift," Yama replied. "Thy wish, Blameless, shall be fulfilled. But now go back; Already art thou wearied, and our road Is hard and long. Turn back, lest thou, too, die." The Princess answered: "Weary am I not, A verse is writ on this, if thou wouldst hear: — "There is naught better than to be With good friends faithful to the end. Spake Yama, smiling: "Beautiful! thy words Sâvitrî said: "Let, then, the pious King, My husband's father, who hath lost his throne, Have back the Raj; and let him rule his realm In happy righteousness. This boon I ask." 43 44 "He shall have back the throne," Yama replied, "And he shall reign in righteousness: these things Will surely fall. But thou, gaining thy wish, Return anon; so shalt thou 'scape sore ill." "Ah, awful God! who hold'st the world in leash," there, "The constant virtues of the good are tenderness and love To all that lives in earth, air, sea —great, small — be low, above; "Sweet lady," Yama said, "never were words Spoke better; never truer heard by ear; Lo! I am pleased with thee. Except this soul, Ask one gift yet again, and get thee home." "I ask thee then," quickly the Princess cried, "Sons, many sons, born of my body; boys; Satyavan's children; lovely, valiant, strong; Continuers of their line. Grant this, kind God." "I grant it," Yama answered; "thou shalt bear These sons thy heart desireth, valiant, strong. Therefore go back, that years be given thee. Too long a path thou treadest, dark and rough." But sweeter than before, the Princess sang: "In paths of peace and virtue And sorrow shall not stay with them, At meeting or at parting Joys to their bosom strike; The great sun goes his journey Of all which live and shall live "Never are noble spirits Poor while their like survive; "Line for line, Princess, as thou sangest so," Quoth Yama, "all that lovely praise of good, Grateful to hallowed minds, lofty in sound, And couched in dulcet numbers word by word Dearer thou grew'st to me. O thou great heart, She cried Swiftly, no longer stayed: "Not Heaven I crave, Nor heavenly joys, nor bliss incomparable, My sweet lord's life, without which I am dead; Aught less without him, -not one boon — no praise, Loosened the noose and freed the Prince's soul, And gave it to the lady, saying this, With eyes grown tender: "See, thou sweetest queen Of women, brightest jewel of thy kind! Here is thy husband. He shall live and reign Side by side with thee, saved by thee, - in peace And fame and wealth, and health, many long years, Boys shalt thou bear to him, as I did grant, Shall see his name upheld by sons of sons, ARNOLD: Indian Idylls. FROM "THE GREAT JOURNEY." THE shadow of the Great War hung over King Yudhi-sthira, whose reign was one long succession of gloomy events, culminating in the death of the blind Raja and his wife in a jungle fire, and the destruction of the capital city of Krishna because of the dissipation of its inhabitants. On tidings of the wreck of Vrishni's race, |