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Tales from Indian Mythology
"As you please, Kunti.” Meanwhile he began to conjure up dreadful visions of those who in the past had been the victims of Durvasa's wrath in their very well-meaning attempts to attend on him as best they could. Kunti said cheerfully: "Father, have no fear on my account. I hope he will accept me. I feel I already understand his temperament and I can adjust myself to it.”
"God be with you, my precious child!” he blessed her.
Kunti's composure in a crisis was admirable indeed. Her hasty decision to attend on Durvasa without knowing her limitations was just foolhardiness, her friends rebuked her, and she was bound to pay dearly for it.
In the meantime the news that Durvasa was already on the outskirts of the city reached the king, who immediately rushed forth to receive him. Durvasa was alone, contrary to what Kuntibhoja had expected earlier. "O illustrious son of Atri," said the King, welcoming the sage. "We are honoured by your visit.”
Kuntibhoja was shivering all the time. He could only mumble a few words to the effect such as: "I hope you will enjoy your stay in my capital. My only child, Kunti, shall be at your service."
Presently Kunti also arrived and prostrated herself before Durvasa. Introducing her to the sage, Kuntibhoja who, in her presence, had regained his self-confidence, observed : "Mahamuni, this is my daughter, Kunti. I hope she will give you no cause for complaint. Though only ten, she is very intelligent, obedient and patient.”
"Oh, how vulgar of you," exclaimed Durvasa, "to go on flattering your own daughter shamelessly! I have no patience
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