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 arms in merest whim, a tiny little warm living flesh to fill my lap, and I shall offer you whatever you wish. (Enters ) Prince Nakshatra, why are you so excited?

Tell me what you want of me.

The thief that steals the crown awaiting you,—remove him. Do you understand?

Yes, except who the thief is.

That boy, Druva. Do you not see how he is growing in the King's lap, till one day he reaches the crown?

Yes, I have often thought of it. I have seen my brother putting his crown on the boy's head in play.