He much was moved, and to the _mangkouboumi_ Said, "Brother, take my treasures all, for we Can never all thy goodness recompense." The former merchant and his wife bowed low: "Your gratitude, O prince, is great, but all Thy treasures are thy royal daughter's meed. For her we'll guard them." But the King replied: "Nay, speak not thus, my brother. Should I give All Indrapura's weight in purest gold It would not pay thee for thy care and love. We are to thee devoted from our hearts." At dawn they breakfasted, but all were sad, Because from Bidasari now must part Her parents dear and brother. Much she wept Because she felt her heart go out to him Her brother. Then she said: "I've one to take The place of parents, but where shall I find A brother?" Princess Mendoudari bowed To Bidasari, and they kissed with tears. Fair Bidasari said: "My sister dear, Sweet Mendoudari, when wilt thou return? Stay not too long at Kembajat, for I Could not thine absence bear. Farewell, my love." The King embraced his daughter. Bitterly Both wept. The royal father said, "Stay here, My son-in-law, with thy dear wife." The King Before his parents bowed. The youthful prince Before the King his brother bowed, and went To Bidasari's side, his sister dear, With heavy heart. Then, weeping much, he said: "O sister mine, gem of my crown, be not So sorrowful. I go, but if thou dost Desire, I'll come each year to visit thee." Sweet Bidasari kissed him. But her grief Was inexpressible. "O brother dear, Illustrious prince," she said, "thine absence would E'en then be much too long." The prince replied, With bows: "Assuage thy grief, my sister dear. For if the King permits, perhaps I may Come sooner back to thee." The mighty King Of Indrapura said, in friendly tones: "Although he be thy brother, still, my dear, I love him much. We ne'er have had the least Misunderstanding. Why art thou not gay? And why art thou not willing he should go? If 'twere not for thy father I would keep Him here." The King departed, followed by His son, who took his father just beyond The gates. The _mangkouboumi_ bowed his head Before the King, who with much ardor said, "O father of dear Bidasari, give Aid and protection to thy lovely child." The _mangkouboumi_ bowed again, and said: "Whate'er is fit, I'll do. Upon my head I bear thine orders. I thy servant am." The prince embraced the former merchant too, And said, "O uncle dear, my sister guide, And counsel her if any fault she doth." Then said the King of Kembajat, "My son, Come, let us start at once."