






          Hand in hand, Savitri and Satyavan walked over wooded hills. They 
     smelled the blossoms on flowering trees, and paused beside clear 
     streams. The cries of peacocks echoed through the woods. 
          Satyavan began cutting firewood from a fallen tree. Savitri 
     watched him closely. 
          Suddenly, Satyavan dropped his axe. "My head aches," he said. 
          Savitri rushed over and helped him lie down under a tree. She 
     laid his head in her lap. 
          "My body is burning!" said Satyavan. "What is wrong with me?" 
          Satyavan's eyes closed. His breath slowed. 






