To the prince The King was very friendly. "Come and sit Here by my side," he said, "for thee I deem A brother." "Let me here remain, my lord, I am a poor unworthy servitor. I hope that thou wilt pardon me. I would I might become a subject of thy crown." The King thought: "This may be some royal heir Who here hath wandered. He resembles much Our Bidasari, Pity 'tis that he Unto another nation doth belong." Then pleasantly he said: "Pray, truly tell What is thine origin? Keep nothing back. What is thy name? The whole truth let me know." The young prince bowed him low and said: "My name Is Poutra Bangsawan, of family Most humble. I am searching everywhere To find a sister lost. When she is found I shall return at once." Then said the King: "Where is thy sister? I will help thy search. Stay here with me a month or two, that we May learn to know each other and become Fast friends." The young prince then obeisance made And said: "I bear thine orders on my head. Thou art a king illustrious, and I A humble servitor. I am the son Of good Lila Mengindra, but for long I've absent been. My sister dear I seek. Thine aid I do bespeak. From Kembajat I come, a subject of thy father there, the King. Forgive me, lord, for now thou knowest all." The King rejoiced to hear a voice that seemed So much like Bidasari's, and inquired Of Sinapati, "Tell me now his race." Then Sinapati bowed and said: "My lord, Of princes and of caliphs is his race. His kingdom, not so far, is most superb; His palace is most beautiful and grand. Swift ships within the harbor lie, all well Equipped." At this the King enchanted was, To find a prince was brother to his wife. Still more he asked and Sinapati said: "Because his realm was ravaged by the foe He hath misfortunes suffered manifold." Then knew the King he was of royal blood And had adversity experienced. The King came from his throne and said, "My friend, My palace enter." So the King and prince Went in. They met fair Bidasari there. She sat beside a Chinese window quaint, All choicely carved. She saw the King and thought, "What fine young man is this he bringeth here?" When they were seated all, the young prince looked At Bidasari: "Beautiful is she," He thought, "my sister dear, and very like My father." Then the King with smiling face Said: "Bidasari, darling, speak to him. He is thy younger brother, come to seek Thee here. From Kembajat he came. And thy Dear father mourns for thee the livelong day." At this fair Bidasari sighed. She bowed Her head and silence kept. She much was moved Because she had not known her parents true, But fancied them Djouhara and his wife. "I'm but a merchant's daughter," finally She said. "Things all uncertain this young prince Hath told. If I'm the daughter of a King, Why hath he left me here, and never sought