My heart will be no longer on the rack. Go now, _dyangs_," she said, "and seek for me The merchant and his wife and hither bring Young Bidasari, whom I'll elevate Unto the rank of princess, for I have No child. Mazendra take with ye. And when Young Bidasari shall arrive, conceal Her for a day or two. And gently speak Unto the merchant and his wife, and say Concessions will be granted to the priests And strangers in their quarter, should she come. Console Lila Djouhara thus, and pledge That he may come to see his child whene'er His heart impelleth him." An escort went With them, and the _dyangs_ bowed low before The merchant and his wife, and greeted, too, Fair Bidasari. But the merchant said: "Why come ye here in so great numbers?" Then They straight replied: "Our most beloved Queen Hath sent us here with greetings unto thee, The master of the house. If thou'lt permit, We've come to seek fair Bidasari here." They beat their breasts, the merchant and his wife. "Our darling, only child! It will be hard For her to be the servant of a prince; For she hath had her way so long! Her traits Are not yet formed. Go back, _dyangs_, and pray The Queen to pardon us. Say how we grieve." But the _dyangs_ repeated all the words Said by the Queen, and so their fears were calmed. They hoped Queen Lila Sari would love well Fair Bidasari. Then the merchant said: "I will obey, and let my darling go, So that she may become unto the Queen A servant, and perchance a daughter loved. Now shall she go with ye. Only I beg The Queen to let her come back home to us At three days' end. She is not used to stay With strangers. Never hath she left us for A single day." Then Dang Bidouri said: "We'll do our best before the Queen; and why Should she not grant to Bidasari this?" They bathed fair Bidasari with sweet scents, And then arranged her in rich raiment new. A fine _sijrash_ she wore with broidered flowers Of Pekan, and a satin robe all fringed With gold. She bore a plaque of beaten gold Bound to a necklace, chiselled, gem-bedecked; Her over-tunic was of yellow silk With tiny serpents on the buttons 'graved. Three bracelets wore the maid, and rarest rings, And ear-rings like a wheel in motion wrought. Chaste links of gold set forth her beauty rare, A fair flow'r in a vase, whose perfume sweet Wafts scented breaths as far as one may see. They kissed her then with tears and held her close Upon their breasts. "Be humble to the Queen," They said, "remember that thou art before The King, and near the throne. Ask leave to come To see us when thou dost desire. Speak sweetly With low and gentle voice."