himself, and gesticulating eating)—not so; but into the power of me single-handed, the Brahman.[1]
Girl (affectionately).
O princess, do I not say, "Where is the use of playing before this cruel one?"
Malayavatí (angrily).
Girl! offend not the revered Gaurí. Has not a favour been done me by her this very day?
Girl (with joy).
O princess, what can it be?
Malayavatí.
Girl, I know it well. To-day in a dream, as I was playing this very lute, I was thus addressed by the revered Gaurí,—"Child Malayavatí, I am well pleased with your perfect knowledge of the lute, and with your excessive devotion towards me, which is hard for a young girl; therefore before long a sovereign of the Vidyádharas shall be your husband."
Girl (with delight).
If it is so, why do you call it a dream? Has not the goddess given you the very desire of your heart?
- ↑ The buffoon, who, as usual, is a Brahman, seems to anticipate the pleasures of the coming wedding-feast. He feels that his master is stepping from his sublime ascetic elevation down to his own more mundane level.
