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BIDASARI 59<br />

" Thy lord is gr<strong>and</strong><br />

Remarked a country-man.<br />

And powerful now, <strong>and</strong> master of us here.<br />

The King hath now become his son-in-law."<br />

Then Sinapati went within the gates<br />

And saw his mother there. Her heart was touched.<br />

" ''<br />

She kissed him <strong>and</strong> inquired, Whom hast thou brought ?<br />

" "<br />

It is a friend," he answered. Come, my lord,"<br />

She to the young prince said, " enter <strong>and</strong> rest,"<br />

" He's so like Bidasari," to herself<br />

"<br />

She said. What is thy name, my brave young man,<br />

Thou seemest nobly born. In very truth<br />

Thou'rt h<strong>and</strong>some <strong>and</strong> well mannered." Then the prince<br />

"<br />

Said : Poutra Bangsawan I'm called. Thy son<br />

I've followed here." But Sinapati paid<br />

Him homage, <strong>and</strong> they knew him for a prince.<br />

Before his door young Sinapati slept<br />

At night to guard him safe. Next day there came<br />

An invitation from Lila Mengindra<br />

(Before, Djouhara). So they started forth.<br />

Lila Mengindra was astonished quite<br />

To see the prince's face so beautiful.<br />

"<br />

Who is this most distinguished stranger here ? "<br />

"<br />

He asked himself. My master, speak a word<br />

To Poutra Bangsawan, a friend of mine,"<br />

Said Sinapati. So the old man turned<br />

"<br />

And spoke unto the prince, Come here, my son,<br />

And sit thee near thy father." He felt drawn<br />

To him, he looked so much Hke Bidasari.<br />

The young prince smiled <strong>and</strong> on the dais sat.<br />

"<br />

What is thy visit's purpose ? " then inquired<br />

The good old man. The prince with bows polite<br />

"<br />

I'm but a humble stranger, come<br />

Replied :<br />

To find my sister. I bespeak<br />

thine aid."<br />

" Be not afraid, my son, but trust in me.<br />

Nor fear to give thy sister's name. If thou<br />

Wilt have it so I'll take thee for a son ;<br />

I love thee for thou hast a face so like<br />

My daughter's." Then the brave young prince began<br />

And told his sister's story, how she was<br />

In time of stress ab<strong>and</strong>oned on the shore.

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