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The Kunwar secretly despatched the following letter : " My heart 

 is now breaking. Let the Rajas fight against one another. Do you, 

 by whatever means it can be effected, call me to your side. United, 

 we will go to some other country. What is to happen, let it happen." 

 A mali's wife, who was called Phiilkali, took the Kunwar's letter, con- 

 cealed in the leaves of a flower, to the Rani. Ketki rubbed her eyes 

 with that letter and gave her a large dish filled with pearls. Upon 

 the back of the letter, she wrote in the juice of the betel, "O Master 

 of my heart ! If you cut me in pieces and throw my flesh to the kites 

 and crows, even then there will be ease in my eyes and gladness in my 

 heart. But this flight, which you speak of, is not good. It would 

 be contrary to the duties of son and daughter. I love you better than 

 life. Of what consequence is one life, if a myriad of lives be lost ? But 

 to fly would in my eyes be unseemly." 



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