In all ten regions, telling all one tale Taught them by me; and so Parnâda came To Koshala, where Rituparna dwells, And found thee in his house, and spake to thee Those words, and had thy gentle answer back. Mine the device was, Prince, to bring thee quick; For well I wist no man in all this world Could in one day the fleetest coursers urge So many yojanas, save thou, dear Prince! I touch thy feet, and tell thee this in truth; And true it is that never any wrong Against thee, even in fancy, have I dreamed. Witness for me, as I am loyal and pure, The ever-shifting, all-beholding Air, Who wanders o'er the earth; let him withdraw My breath and slay me, if I sinned in aught! Witness for me, yon golden Sun who goes With bright eye over us; let him withhold Warm life and kill me, if I sinned in aught! Witness for me the white Moon, whose pale spell Lies on all flesh and spirit; let that orb Deny me peace and end me, if I sinned! These be the watchers and the testifiers, The three chief gods that rule the three wide worlds; I cry unto them; let them speak for me; And thou shalt hear them answer for my faith, Or once again, this day, abandon me." Then Vayu showed--the all-enfolding Air-- And spake: "Not one wrong hath she wrought thee, Prince, I tell thee sooth. The treasure of her truth Faultless and undefiled she hath kept By us regarded, and sustained by us, These many days. Her tender plot it was, Planned for thy sake, which brought thee; since who else Could in one day drive threescore yojanas? Nala, thou hast thy noble wife again; Thou, Damayanti, hast thy Nala back. Away with doubting; take her to thy breast, Thrice happy Prince!" And while God Vayu spake, Look! there showered flowers down out of the sky[28] Upon them; and the drums of heaven beat Beautiful music, and a gentle wind, Fragrant, propitious, floated, kissing them. But Nala, when he saw these things befall-- Wonderful, gracious--when he heard that voice Called the great snake to memory:--whereupon His proper self returned. Bhima's fair child Divinely sounding (Lord of Bhârat's line!)-- Yielded all doubt of his delightful Love. Then cast he round about his neck the cloth-- Unstained by earth, enchanted--and (O King!) Saw her dear lord his beauteous form resume. "Ah, Nala! Nala!" cried she, while her arms Clasped him and clung; and Nala to his heart Pressed that bright lady, glowing, as of old, With princely majesty. Their children twain Next he caressed; while she--at happy peace-- Her beautiful glad face laid on his breast, Sighing with too much joy. And Nala stood A great space silent, gazing on her face, Sorrow-stamped yet, her long, deep-lidded eyes, Her melting smile--himself 'twixt joy and woe.