Then Shrí said to herself: Alas for my beauty, which is a curse and
no blessing to me, in that it has placed me in the power of this
headstrong merchant! Nevertheless, even so, I have got over the sea.
And now, I must lose no time in escaping from this infatuated sinner,
or worse things may come about. And she went to the window and
looked out. Now by the ordinance of fate it so happened, that at
that moment the King of that city was passing by on his elephant. So
when she saw it, Shrí said to herself: There is my deliverance in the
form of an elephant. And now I must sin a little, to save myself
from greater guilt. Then she called to the _mahout_: Come nearer, O
driver of the elephant: for I am anxious to taste the delight of
riding on an elephant. And hearing this, the mahout looked at the
King. And the King looked at the face of Shrí. And Shrí shot at the
King a blue glance from her eye. And instantly the King lost his
senses, and said to the _mahout_: Do as she bids thee. So the
_mahout_ brought the elephant under the window, and Shrí let herself
fall from the window on to his back. And she caught hold of the King
to save herself from falling, and the King almost fainted from excess
of joy, and the nectar of her touch. And without losing a moment, he
carried her off to his palace, as delighted as if he had conquered
the whole earth. But the merchant, when he found that she had gone,
abandoned the body in his despair.
Then as soon as they reached the palace, the King said to Shrí: What
is thy name and family? Shrí said: I am a King's daughter from a far
country, and my name is Shrí. Then said the King: Thou didst well to
forsake that miserable trader for me. Should the lioness, forsooth!
mate with the jackal? And now will I place thee, like a choice
jewel, in the centre of my diadem, and thou shall be the very apex of
the summit of my fortune[3]. Then said Shrí: King, do not speak
thus. For I am the wife of another. And I fled to thee for refuge,
and not for frivolity: for yonder merchant would have made me his
wife by force. So do me justice, and let me go: for I may not be a
wife to thee.
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