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HILE wandering about like the others, I came one day into the country of Videha. Before entering into Mithila, the capital, I stopped to rest at a small temple, and found there an old woman, who gave me water for my feet.

Observing that she looked at me very hard, and that tears came into her eyes, I asked her: "O, mother, what is the cause of your grief?"

"You bring to my mind," she answered, "the remembrance of my lost foster-child, who, if he lives, is just about your age. But I will tell you how he was lost.