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Chapter Forty-Three
Su-mukha, unable to bear the weight of the king's favor, said, "O Dev, Jay and Akampan, who have received your grace, both bow to your feet." Saying this, he prostrated himself before the king, placing all his limbs on the ground. Then, rising with his lotus-like face blooming and hands clasped in prayer, he said, "Just as two chatakas yearn for rain from the first cloud of the rainy season, so too, Jay and Akampan yearn for my arrival and are eagerly awaiting me." Having thus informed the Chakravarti, he was granted permission and, with great speed, went to Akampan and Jay, paying them due respect.
He then revealed the king's favor with words, and the two kings, their lotus-like faces blooming like the sun at dawn, were filled with joy. They showered him with praise, gifts, and honor. "It is fitting that kings, being grateful, should be so delighted," they said.
Thus, Jay, whose auspicious deeds were illuminated by the attainment of unparalleled glory, lived happily in his father-in-law's house. His eyes, like bees on the lotus-like face of Sulochana, were captivating. His body, like a quiver for the arrows of the great god of love, was adorned with weapons.
And when the battle began, he was not wounded by arrows, just as the delicate god of love is not wounded by the arrows of flowers. For the play of fate is indeed strange.
He made Sulochana, who was devoid of smiles, smile. He made her laugh heartily when she was not laughing. He made her fearless when she was afraid. He calmed her when she was troubled.