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## Chapter 178: The Story of the Rejection of the Eager One
The king's son was afflicted with a severe illness, and his mother, the queen, passed away. He was left without a mother, like a child without a teacher.
The king, overwhelmed with grief, entrusted the infant to a wet nurse, feeding him with the milk of a wild cow. He would often offer the child to the moon and the sun for protection.
However, the wet nurse also passed away after some time. The king, guided by fate, mourned the loss of his queen as if she were still alive.
Despite the loss of his wet nurse, the king continued to feed the child with the milk of the wild cow. He would carry the child in his arms, either while sitting or lying down.
The child grew up gradually, becoming capable of walking and playing. He would spend his days playing with the young animals of the forest, collecting firewood, and preparing his own food.
The king, named Somachandra, raised his son in the harshness of the forest, teaching him self-reliance and discipline.
As the child grew into a young man, he became skilled in all tasks, including caring for his father and wearing the simple clothes of a forest dweller.
He would diligently collect fruits and food for his father, carrying his belongings and serving him with utmost devotion. He lived a life of complete celibacy, wearing only bark cloth and never even knowing the names of women.
One day, while living in the forest, the king, Somachandra, heard about his son's birth from his queen's womb. He wondered about his brother, questioning how he would ever meet him.
The king's heart was filled with longing and a deep desire to see his brother. He ordered his artists to travel to the forest where his son lived, to paint a portrait of the young man.
He instructed them to capture the image of his son, born from the lotus feet of his father, the one who lived in the forest, and bring it back to him quickly.
The artists, understanding the king's command, set out for the forest, guided by the king's instructions.
They reached the sacred forest where the young man lived, wearing only bark cloth. With their exceptional skills, they painted the young man's portrait, capturing his likeness as accurately as a mirror reflection.
They returned to the king, presenting him with the portrait of his son. The king, upon seeing the image, was struck by its resemblance to himself. He realized that his son was truly a part of him, a reflection of his own being.
Overwhelmed with joy, the king exclaimed, "By fortune, I have seen my brother!" He embraced the portrait, holding it close to his heart.
Seeing the young man in the portrait, dressed in bark cloth, the king was moved to tears. He wept uncontrollably, like a waterfall cascading down a mountain.
He declared, "My son, it is right for you to follow this path of austerity. Your life in the forest is not fitting for a child like you."
He lamented, "I am lost in the pleasures of the kingdom, playing like a swan. My brother, like a wild animal, lives a life of hardship in the forest."
He continued, "He is like a wild creature, difficult to tame. It is a burden to have him in my kingdom, as he would be a claimant to the throne."
The king, filled with sorrow for his brother's plight, decided to bring him back to the palace. He instructed his cunning courtesans to go to the forest, disguised as ascetics.
He commanded them to lure his son back to the palace, using their charm