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THE KING OF
no music band, nothing splendid or grand.
Sudarshana
Nothing grand, did you say? Look, the sky is rosy and crimson from end to end, the air is full of the welcome of the scent of flowers.
Grandfather
Yes, but however cruel our King may be, we cannot seek to emulate him: I cannot help feeling pain at seeing you in this state, my child. How can we bear to see you going to the King's palace attired in this poor and wretched attire? Wait a little—I am running to fetch you your Queen's garments.
Sudarshana
Oh no, no, no! He has taken away those regal robes from me for ever—he has attired me in a servant's dress
