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a splendid reply said napoleon |
prince andrew who had also been brought forward before the emperor's eyes to complete the show of prisoners could not fail to attract his attention |
his face shone with self satisfaction and pleasure |
the soldiers who had carried prince andrew had noticed and taken the little gold icon princess mary had hung round her brother's neck but seeing the favor the emperor showed the prisoners they now hastened to return the holy image |
prince andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform |
how good it would be to know where to seek for help in this life and what to expect after it beyond the grave |
how happy and calm i should be if i could now say lord have mercy on me |
either to a power indefinable incomprehensible which i not only cannot address but which i cannot even express in words the great all or nothing said he to himself or to that god who has been sewn into this amulet by mary |
the stretchers moved on |
the quiet home life and peaceful happiness of bald hills presented itself to him |
he is a nervous bilious subject said larrey and will not recover |
that too sir you will of course undertake |
then something has happened he has some special information some great news |
when block appeared it was evident that something had gone wrong with him |
gone now just when we most want him never |
idiot triple idiot |
you shall be dismissed discharged from this hour you are a disgrace to the force |
it is that or your great gluttony |
my gentleman made himself most pleasant |
well at any rate for my sins i accepted |
we entered the first restaurant that of the reunited friends you know it perhaps monsieur |
i had no fear of him not till the very last when he played me this evil turn |
i suspected nothing when he brought out his pocketbook it was stuffed full monsieur i saw that and my confidence increased called for the reckoning and paid with an italian bank note |
excuse me one moment pray |
he went out monsieur and piff paff he was no more to be seen |
why let him out of your sight |
it was only now at the eleventh hour that the italian had become inculpated and the question of his possible anxiety to escape had never been considered |
he left everything behind |
hand it me said the chief and when it came into his hands he began to turn over the leaves hurriedly |
i do not understand not more than a word here and there |
it is no doubt italian |
of course such a consummate ass as you have proved yourself would not think of searching the restaurant or the immediate neighbourhood or of making inquiries as to whether he had been seen or as to which way he had gone |
it was a note for a hundred lire a hundred francs and the restaurant bill was no more than seventeen francs hah |
he was much pressed in a great hurry |
directly he crossed the threshold he called the first cab and was driving away but he was stopped the devil |
he wished to pass on to leave her she would not consent then they both got into the cab and were driven away together |
but this thy host so wide dispread wakes in my heart one doubt and dread lest threatening rama good and great ill thoughts thy journey stimulate |
he is my eldest brother he is like a father dear to me |
i go to lead my brother thence who makes the wood his residence |
no thought but this thy heart should frame this simple truth my lips proclaim |
as guha thus and bharat each to other spoke in friendly speech the day god sank with glory dead and night o'er all the sky was spread |
soon as king guha's thoughtful care had quartered all the army there well honoured bharat laid his head beside satrughna on a bed |
thus sighing and distressed in misery and bitter grief with fevered heart that mocked relief distracted in his mind the chief still mourned and found no rest |
rest duteous minded i will keep my watch while rama lies asleep for in the whole wide world is none dearer to me than raghu's son |
harbour no doubt or jealous fear i speak the truth with heart sincere for from the grace which he has shown will glory on my name be thrown great store of merit shall i gain and duteous form no wish in vain |
let me enforced by many a row of followers armed with shaft and bow for well loved rama's weal provide who lies asleep by sita's side |
with words like these i spoke designed to move the high souled bharat's mind but he upon his duty bent plied his persuasive argument o how can slumber close mine eyes when lowly couched with sita lies the royal rama |
he whom no mighty demon no nor heavenly god can overthrow see guha how he lies alas with sita couched on gathered grass |
now as his son is forced to fly the king ere long will surely die reft of his guardian hand forlorn in widowed grief this land will mourn |
but ah for sad kausalya how fare she and mine own mother now how fares the king |
with hopes upon satrughna set my mother may survive as yet but the sad queen will die who bore the hero for her grief is sore |
too late the king will cry and conquered by his misery die |
when fate has brought the mournful day which sees my father pass away how happy in their lives are they allowed his funeral rites to pay |
thus bharat stood with many a sigh lamenting and the night went by |
when guha saw the long armed chief whose eye was like a lotus leaf with lion shoulders strong and fair high mettled prostrate in despair pale bitterly afflicted he reeled as in earthquake reels a tree |
kausalya by her woe oppressed the senseless bharat's limbs caressed as a fond cow in love and fear caresses oft her youngling dear then yielding to her woe she said weeping and sore disquieted what torments o my son are these of sudden pain or swift disease |
the lives of us and all the line depend dear child on only thine |
rama and lakshman forced to flee i live by naught but seeing thee for as the king has past away thou art my only help to day |
show me the couch whereon he lay tell me the food he ate i pray |
then calm and still absorbed in thought he drank the water lakshman brought and then obedient to his vows he fasted with his gentle spouse |
here stands the tree which lent them shade here is the grass beneath it laid where rama and his consort spent the night together ere they went |
he ceased |
where where is sita |
scorched by the fiery god of day high on this mighty hill i lay |
each morn and eve he brought me food and filial care my life renewed |
swift to the south his course he bent and cleft the yielding element |
the holy spirits of the air came round me as i marvelled there and cried as their bright legions met o say is sita living yet |
thus cried the saints and told the name of him who held the struggling dame |
then from the flood sampati paid due offerings to his brother's shade |
seven nights in deadly swoon i passed but struggling life returned at last |
around i bent my wondering view but every spot was strange and new |
on comrades to the cave i cried and all within the portal hied |
here thou with hospitable care hast fed us with the noblest fare preserving us about to die with this thy plentiful supply |
but how o pious lady say may we thy gracious boon repay |
he ceased the ascetic dame replied well vanars am i satisfied |
a life of holy works i lead and from your hands no service need |
then spake again the vanar chief we came to thee and found relief |
now listen to a new distress and aid us holy votaress |
our wanderings in this vasty cave exhaust the time sugriva gave |
once more then lady grant release and let thy suppliants go in peace again upon their errand sped for king sugriva's ire we dread |
and the great task our sovereign set alas is unaccomplished yet |
and heard his waters roar and rave terrific with each crested wave |
the month is lost in toil and pain and now my friends what hopes remain |
your hearts with strong affection fraught his weal in every labour sought and the true valour of your band was blazoned wide in every land |
come let us all from food abstain and perish thus since hope is vain |
far better thus to end our lives and leave our wealth our homes and wives leave our dear little ones and all than by his vengeful hand to fall |
our forfeit lives will surely pay for idle search and long delay and our fierce king will bid us die the favour of his friend to buy |
then tara softly spake to cheer the vanars hearts oppressed by fear despair no more your doubts dispel come in this ample cavern dwell |
thou fondly hopest in this cave the vengeance of the foe to brave |
but lakshman's arm a shower will send of deadly shafts those walls to rend |
thy loving kinsman true and wise looks on thee still with favouring eyes |
he heard the prince's furious tread he saw his eyes glow fiercely red |
swift sprang the monarch to his feet upstarting from his golden seat |
ungrateful vanar king art thou and faithless to thy plighted vow |
now if thy pride disown what he high thoughted prince has done for thee struck by his arrows shalt thou fall and bali meet in yama's hall |
still open to the gloomy god lies the sad path thy brother trod |
then to thy plighted word be true nor let thy steps that path pursue |
he ceased and tara starry eyed thus to the angry prince replied not to my lord shouldst thou address a speech so fraught with bitterness not thus reproached my lord should be and least of all o prince by thee |
from paths of truth he never strays nor wanders in forbidden ways |
ne'er will sugriva's heart forget by rama saved the lasting debt |
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