




          In the company of servants and councillors, Savitri rode in her 
     carriage out of the city. 
          Travelling from place to place, Savitri came upon a hermitage by 
     a river ford. In this hermitage lived many who had left their homes 
     for a life of prayer and study. 
          Savitri entered the hall of worship and bowed to the oldest 
     teacher. As they spoke, a young man with shining eyes came into the 
     hall. He guided another man, old and blind. 
          "Who is that young man?" asked Savitri, softly. 
          "Is it Satyavan who has caught your eye, young woman?" said the 
     old teacher, with a smile. "He is the son of the blind man beside him, 
     a king whose kingdom was stolen. No man is richer in virtues than 
     Prince Satyavan. Well does he earn his name, 'Son of Truth.'" 





