in the pavilion of pure gold. I fell upon my face, as one amazed. The "god" addressed me mildly, but I was as one brought out of the dark; my tongue was dumb, my limbs failed me, I knew not whether I was alive or dead. His majesty said to one of the councillors, "Lift him up that I may speak to him." His majesty said, "Behold, thou hast gone about the lands like a runaway. Now old age has come upon thee. Thy renown is not small; be not silent and without words, for thy name is famous." Saneha replies in broken utterances; 'Behold, oh, my lord, how can I answer these things? Is not God's hand upon me; it is terrible. There is that within me that causeth pain. I am before thee. Thou art mighty. Let thy majesty do as it pleaseth thee.' The royal family were now admitted, and the king said to the queen, 'Behold Saneha; he went away as an Amu; he has become a Sakti.'[1] To add to the confusion and alarm of the repentant exile, there now arises a great cry from some of the princes of the royal family itself, who exclaim with one voice—'He is not
- ↑ Foreign tribes on north-east frontier. The point is lost for us.
