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     sage called Narada. 
          "Daughter, have you found a man you wish to marry?" asked the 
     King. 
          "Yes, father," said Savitri. "His name is Satyavan." 
          Narada gasped. "Not Satyavan! Princess, there is no better match 
     for you, but you must not marry him! I know the future. Satyavan will 
     die one year from today!" 
          The King said, "Do you hear, daughter? Choose a different 
     husband!" 
          Savitri trembled. "I have chosen Satyavan, and I will not choose 
     another. However long or short his life, I want to share it with him." 





