a balm on the fever of my
longing for herself: carrying about with her, as she does, a
reminiscence of the intoxicating fragrance of the great champak
flower, whose messenger she is, like a female bee, scattering
another's honey as she goes. Aye! Chaturika is like a letter, smelling
of the sandal of the hand that wrote it, far away. And Tarawali
understood it all, and sent her; not being jealous, as Chaturika says,
and indeed, as she said herself, last night. As if a star of heaven
could possibly be jealous of a little Ganges pot![27] Aye! little did
my mother dream, when she sent to fetch me, what influence she had
against her. As if I would purchase any kingdom in the world at the
price of sacrificing my sunset with the Queen! And how can I help it,
if the King my father chose just this unlucky astrological
conjunction, to die? Or what good can be done by haste? For if he is
dead already, as is very likely, all is lost, and it is useless to go
at all. And if on the contrary, he lives for a little longer, I shall
find him still alive, if I start to-morrow. And is it likely he will
live or die exactly so, as to make my starting now either necessary or
advantageous? And shall I take the risk, and throw away the very fruit
of my birth, for nothing at all? And what would Tarawali think of me,
if I left her in the lurch, counting her inestimable favour as a
straw? Beyond all doubt, she would wipe me from her memory as a thing
beneath even contempt, like a sieve, all holes, into which it is
futile to pour anything at all. No, I will keep my sunset, even if I
lose my kingdom. And yet, why should I, after all? For to-morrow when
I actually start, I will go very fast indeed, preparing everything
beforehand, and having my horse waiting for me, so as to lose no time
when I leave the Queen, carrying with me as I ride the memory of
to-night: whereas if I threw her over, and set off to-night, the
thought of what I was leaving behind would be so heavy as utterly to
prevent me from going along at all.

And so I mused, waiting all the time with fierce impatience for the
sun to sink, till at last day came to an end. And then I rose in
delight, exclaiming: At last, at last, separation is over, and now it
is time! And I went very quickly to the palace, and found the
_pratihari_: and she led me away straight to the door, and opened it,
and I went in.

XV

And then, once more, I stood still, listening in ecstasy to the door
as it shu