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Despite the storm and rain I ran to him and asked： 〃Ho； Meher Ali； what is false？〃
The man answered nothing； but pushing me aside went round and round with his frantic cry； like a bird flying fascinated about the jaws of a snake； and made a desperate effort to warn himself by repeating： 〃Stand back！ Stand back！！ All is false！ All is false！！〃
I ran like a mad man through the pelting rain to my office； and asked Karim Khan： 〃Tell me the meaning of all this！〃
What I gathered from that old man was this： That at one time countless unrequited passions and unsatisfied longings and lurid flames of wild blazing pleasure raged within that palace； and that the curse of all the heart…aches and blasted hopes had made its every stone thirsty and hungry； eager to swallow up like a famished ogress any living man who might chance to approach。 Not one of those who lived there for three consecutive nights could escape these cruel jaws； save Meher Ali； who had escaped at the cost of his reason。
I asked： 〃Is there no means whatever of my release？〃 The old man said： 〃There is only one means； and that is very difficult。 I will tell you what it is； but first you must hear the history of a young Persian girl who once lived in that pleasure…dome。 A stranger or a more bitterly heart…rending tragedy was never enacted on this earth。〃
Just at this moment the coolies announced that the train was coming。 So soon？ We hurriedly packed up our luggage； as the tram steamed in。 An English gentleman； apparently just aroused from slumber； was looking out of a first…class carriage endeavouring to read the name of the station。 As soon as he caught sight of our fellow…passenger； he cried； 〃Hallo；〃 and took him into his own compartment。 As we got into a second…class carriage； we had no chance of finding out who the man was nor what was the end of his story。
I said； 〃The man evidently took us for fools and imposed upon us out of fun。 The story is pure fabrication from start to finish。〃 The discussion that followed ended in a lifelong rupture between my theosophist kinsman and myself。
THE VICTORY
She was the Princess Ajita。 And the court poet of King Narayan had never seen her。 On the day he recited a new poem to the king he would raise his voice just to that pitch which could be heard by unseen hearers in the screened balcony high above the hall。 He sent up his song towards the star…land out of his reach； where； circled with light； the planet who ruled his destiny shone unknown and out of ken。
He would espy some shadow moving behind the veil。 A tinkling sound would come to his car from afar； and would set him dreaming of the ankles whose tiny golden bells sang at each step。 Ah； the rosy red tender feet that walked the dust of the earth like God's mercy on the fallen！ The poet had placed them on the altar of his heart； where he wove his songs to the tune of those golden bells。 Doubt never arose in his mind as to whose shadow it was that moved behind the screen； and whose anklets they were that sang to the time of his beating heart。
Manjari； the maid of the princess； passed by the poet's house on her way to the river； and she never missed a day to have a few words with him on the sly。 When she found the road deserted； and the shadow of dusk on the land； she would boldly enter his room； and sit at the corner of his carpet。 There was a suspicion of an added care in the choice of the colour of her veil； in the setting of the flower in her hair。
People smiled and whispered at this； and they were not to blame。 For Shekhar the poet never took the trouble to hide the fact that these meetings were a pure joy to him。
The meaning of her name was the spray of flowers。 One must confess that for an ordinary mortal it was sufficient in its sweetness。 But Shekhar made his own addition to this name； and called her the Spray of Spring Flowers。 And ordinary mortals shook their heads and said； Ah； me！
In the spring songs that the poet sang the praise of the spray of spring flowers was conspicuously reiterated； and the king winked and smiled at him when he heard it； and the poet smiled in answer。
The king would put him the question； 〃Is it the business of the bee merely to hum in the court of the spring？〃
The poet would answer； 〃No； but also to sip the honey of the spray of spring flowers。〃
And they all laughed in the king's hall。 And it was rumoured that the Princess Akita also laughed at her maid's accepting the poet's name for her； and Manjari felt glad in her heart。
Thus truth and falsehood mingle in lifeand to what God builds man adds his own decoration。
Only those were pure truths which were sung by the poet。 The theme was Krishna； the lover god； and Radha； the beloved； the Eternal Man and the Eternal Woman； the sorrow that comes from the beginning of time； and the joy without end。 The truth of these songs was tested in his inmost heart by everybody from the beggar to the king himself。 The poet's songs were on the lips of all。 At the merest glimmer of the moon and the faintest whisper of the summer breeze his songs would break forth in the land from windows and courtyards； from sailing…boats； from shadows of the wayside trees； in numberless voices。
Thus passed the days happily。 The poet recited； the king listened； the hearers applauded； Manjari passed and repassed by the poet's room on her way to the riverthe shadow flitted behind the screened balcony； and the tiny golden bells tinkled from afar。
Just then set forth from his home in the south a poet on his path of conquest。 He came to King Narayan； in the kingdom of Amarapur。 He stood before the throne； and uttered a verse in praise of the king。 He had challenged all the court poets on his way； and his career of victory had been unbroken。
The king received him with honour； and said： 〃Poet； I offer you welcome。〃
Pundarik； the poet； proudly replied ： 〃Sire； I ask for war。〃
Shekhar； the court poet of the king did not know how the battle of the muse was to be waged。 He had no sleep at night。 The mighty figure of the famous Pundarik； his sharp nose curved like a scimitar； and his proud head tilted on one side； haunted the poet's vision in the dark。
With a trembling heart Shekhar entered the arena in the morning。 The theatre was filled with the crowd。
The poet greeted his rival with a smile and a bow。 Pundarik returned it with a slight toss of his head； and turned his face towards his circle of adoring followers with a meaning smile。 Shekhar cast his glance towards the screened balcony high above； and saluted his lady in his mind； saying！ 〃If I am the winner at the combat to…day； my lady； thy victorious name shall be glorified。〃
The trumpet sounded。 The great crowd stood up； shouting victory to the king。 The king； dressed in an ample robe of white； slowly came into the hall like a floating cloud of autumn； and sat on his throne。
Pundarik stood up； and the vast hall became still。 With his head raised high and chest expanded； he began in his thundering voice to recite the praise of King Narayan。 His words burst upon the walls of the hall like breakers of the sea； and seemed to rattle against the ribs of the listening crowd。 The skill with which he gave varied meanings to the name Narayan； and wove each letter of it through the web of his verses in all mariner of combinations； took away the breath of his amazed hearers。
For some minutes after he took his seat his voice continued to vibrate among the numberless pillars of the king's court and in thousands of speechless hearts。 The learned professors who had come from distant lands raised their right hands； and cried； Bravo ！
The king threw a glance on Shekhar's face； and Shekhar in answer raised for a moment his eyes full of pain towards his master； and then stood up like a stricken deer at bay。 His face was pale； his bashfulness was almost that of a woman； his slight youthful figure； delicate in its outline； seemed like a tensely strung vina ready to break out in music at the least touch。
His head was bent； his voice was low； when he began。 The first few verses were almost inaudible。 Then he slowly raised his head； and his clear sweet voice rose into the sky lik