Who opened the eyes first? – Madhumala. She opened her eyes wondering why the parrot in the golden cage did not start talking, why the anklet-bells of her maid was still not being heard, why the three rows of ghee-lamps were still alight. She sat on her bed – and her eyes fell on whom?
“Seeing the morning sun so close before her eye,
The princess fainted at once as if lost in the sky.”
After some time her sense revived – she looked at him again. Her eyeballs were not moving; her long dark eyelashes seemed frozen. Gazing and gazing and gazing at him, Madhumala thought – “Is this a Devata? Who else can enter my chamber crossing the fluctuating sea, so many guards and all these seven thirty six thirteen rooms in the palace?”
Removing her anklets and bangles and floral jewelry, she took the seven headed knife from the betel-leaf casket. Silently she held it on Madankumar’s chest –if he was a devata, he would wake up; if he was a Daitya or Danav or sorcerer, blood would ooze out from his heart.
Madan woke up the moment the knife touched him. He saw the dark cloud hair, cloud-colour saree and sandal-coloured shawl of the princess –
What a gleam was hidden in the moon,
Like lightning from cloud it appear by which boon?
He looked at her long – to realise she was not the moon in the sky. He had heard of fairies from paradise; began crying thinking he had been fallen in their trap.
Madhumala kept the knife aside, said:
“Who are you, Devata or Danav, tell me wiping tears for Bidhata’s sake
Golden face should tell the truth; death awaits if you settle for a fake.”
Madan replied, “Neither I am a Devata, nor a Danav. I am only a human being.”
Going back to her seat, the princess asked:
“Who are your parents – from where you came,
Tell me all about you, what is your name?”
“My home is in Ujaninagar, my father king Dandadhar
I am his only son, named Madankumar.”
The princess giggled happy as showering flowers around. Madan asked her who she was.
“Bhatina Sea is where I live. My father is the king Tambula
I am the princess of the kingdom, named Madhumala.”
Both giggled together.
Princess said, “When Bidhata sent you inside my chamber in this golden palace crossing the barrier of the ocean and seven thirty six thirteen rooms, then I cannot think of marrying anyone else but you. Accept my finger-ring, give me yours.”
Both stood up; exchanged rings; the parrots from the cage sang auspicious song. The prince said, “Once we exchanged rings, let us exchanges our shawls too.” They looked like the dazzling sun wrapped in transparent cloud and the gleaming moon in the fog.
The sleep-fairy asked the time-fairy, “Sister, how long the night will stay with us?”
Time fairy said, “Well sister, bring them sleep.”
Before they finish chewing betel-leaves from their casket, the prince and princess fell fast asleep.”
The time fairy said, “When we have done so much, why don’t we change their beds too? The two sisters placed the princess on the prince’s bed and the prince on the princess’s bed. Taking the prince on her bed, they flew again to that mountain-forest – to place the bed beside the minister’s son’s inside the prince’s tent.
The sleep fairy said, “How shall we go to paradise today? See the sun we have hidden under the ocean yesterday, is coming out from the east.”
To be cont…