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Vikram Charita or Adventures of Vikramaditya King of Ujjain

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पृष्ठ 261, कुल 308 में से

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पृष्ठ 261

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brahmin and his family for a long time, without being in
the least suspected, as he conducted himself exactly as
Moodgul used to do, at the same time sharing Moodgul's
wife's bed.
The time appointed for the ceremony of investing the young
brahmin with the sacred thread was now fast approach-
ing, so the necessary preparations were made, a beautiful
temporary arbour was erected, and the false Moodgul
accompanied Crustna Josey into the country to invite their
friends and relatives to attend the ceremony. The real
Moodgul, having within three months' time performed his
pilgrimage, returned with the caravan to the city, and
repaired at once to his father's house. He was delighted
to see the preparations going on, and that he was still in
time to take part in the ceremony and join in the festivities.
He proceeded directly to his mother's apartment, and, pros-
trating himself before her, begged her forgiveness and
blessing. Seeing that her son had not been long away
from her, in which case alone such a practice was followed,
she could not understand it: he had only gone a short
distance with his father, as she thought, to invite their
friends; she therefore asked him to explain what he meant
by asking her forgiveness and blessing in this unusual
manner. He told her where he had been, but this only
perplexed her the more. She said that she had but one son,
and he had been with them all along, and had only gone
that morning with his father into the country. Moodgul
did not know what to make of this, but thought that
perhaps his wife would know him better. She happened to
come in at this very time, and he said to her, "Well, my
dear wife, you at least will know me: am I not your hus-
band?" She had, as she thought, only that morning
parted from her husband, and it was not surprising, there-
fore, that she should have replied angrily, taking him for an
impostor, "What villain art thou?—whence dost thou
come? Art thou not ashamed of thy baseness in trying
thus to impose on me by calling me thy wife,—I who never
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