“Cheerupthylooks，“answeredtheIndianking，“Andforsweetbeauty’ssake，appeasethywoe，Castatyourfeetereyouexpectthething，Iwillpresenttheheadofthystrongfoe；
ElseshallthishandhispersoncaptivebringAndcastinprisondeep；“heboastedso。
Hisrivalheardhimwell，yetanswerednaught，Butbithislips，andgrievedinsecretthought。
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ToTisiphernethedamselturningright，“Andwhatsayyou，mynoblelord？“quothshe。