MAHABHARATA --The Great Epic of India, 1

The Beginning

The forest was very dense, are trees towering into the sky with a solid rod. Green leaves turn a beautiful colour strength and reassuring, but there is no sound of water splashing, even from creeks smallest. The land around the forest was littered with boulders, no living thing can survive, except for miscellaneous beast, the king of the jungle, snake, elephant, buffalo, rhino, and so forth. Throughout the period of this jungle atmosphere filled with silence, a sign of life or the smoke without form almost never appear. Without courage, no one was able to set foot in this dense forest.

But that day in the middle of the jungle atmosphere seemed to change, in contrast to a typical day. Is Dushmanta, a mighty king boned, handsome, always take the time to hunt forest animals, showing courage. Of course, The King is not alone, he went hunting with a group of soldiers to conquer the selection of an elephant. A group of tents appeared to be standing in the middle of a forest, under the lush foliage, the wind so fresh and friendly, from the fireplace smoke billowing publish aroma.

Not far from the tent was erected King Dushmanta select duel with soldiers amid crept to spear a group of elephants. He is a king who has been trained in combat once hunting, spear penetrated successfully ejected a large body. The beast growled with strange sounds as if want to wake the whole jungle, elephants were another surprise. Spear kept fluttering injured elephants, lying there dead, there were running to save themselves, others strike back. The hunt so exciting, challenging and bleeding.

Similarly raging elephant wounding a soldier and then a more others, hunters have devised formation. Soldiers continued to pursue the attackers, helping shield soldier wounded colleagues. The ambience of dense forest that originally silent with no signs of life, has become delirious. In an atmosphere like this king might Dushmanta feel as though life as a king, he challenged the danger with the possibility of safely and come out as winners. He did not feel himself obliged to lose, he had to get everything she wants, including winning the hunt.

While one after the elephant collapsed, dying and injured, solar rays slowly become extinguished, red coals in the western sky, preparing to sink. The air became cool, ahead of the cold. A king understand, when hunting most intriguing though should be terminated, changes in the sun is always as a marker. "Enough of our hunting this time, all returned to the camp".

The word of a king is a command, every movement stopped hunting, now everyone feels so tired, some soldiers moaned in pain, another soldier still cared for healing. Slowly, but surely the King Dushmanta led the way back to the tent for a  rest, enjoy the game. Tonight was glowing in the heat of a campfire in the middle of the dense forest when the air was cold. Above the stars scattered as sheen diamonds. King Dushmanta very fond of this atmosphere, momentarily leaving the magnificent royal palace life and exhausting affair, back to nature as hunters atmosphere wins.

The next day the group moved across the vast grasslands, as far as the eye could see was green savannah seemed limitless horizon. There was no sound whatsoever in the vast meadow except galloping herd of horses' hooves thundering blow away the dust, then vacuum. King Dushmanta together all soldiers ultimately arrive at a settlement, welcomed the local community with all due respect.

"All honour to the king with all the soldiers who have deigned to stop in our village were away. If the king is pleased to be able to be met with Rishi Kanwa who settled in the middle of the woods, he was a recluse illustrious ", a civilian, to welcome it and show a more appropriate place for a king to take a rest after a long journey.

"Okay, thank you. Now me and all soldiers will soon be heading to the hermitage ", the sound echoing Dushmanta steady and authoritative. For a moment he stared at it with the eyes of the villagers thanked then rode as fast as he can spur leading to the hermitage of Rishi Kanwa before dusk.

The trip did not prevent trouble, the hermitage of Rishi Kanwa easily achieved. Arriving at the gate Dushmanta ordered soldiers to take a rest, set up a tent, he wanted to see receipts alone to give respect at a time of purification. The footsteps of the King as strong as his figure, The King’s heart instantly feels comfortable. Resi Kanwa spacious courtyard overgrown with various plants lush with ripe fruits hanging, ready to be picked, miscellaneous flower petal bloom spreading fragrance. A small creek with very clear water as a natural sound that gives a sense of peace. King Dushmanta instant oblivious to the frenzied atmosphere of the hunt, he was sucked into a different atmosphere that makes his soul was at peace. The King walked on foot to reach the door of the hermitage.

"Hail and greetings from King Astina, Dushmanta" Dushmanta voice resonated throughout the Hermitage, but the figure Rishi Kanwa not seem rushed to welcome him. Rolling a few moments of silence, until finally the King Dushmanta surprised by the presence of a girl dressed in hermit.

"Yours is a noble king Dushmanta, is there anything I can do for my lord", the voice was so soft and clear, spoken of a girl dressed in understated. But however simple clothes, tall figure swathed in white skin with jet black hair can not be hidden.

Dushmanta blood drained, it was unexpected in this beautiful hermitage where he will meet with a cute girl with a soft voice plaintive. Dushmanta’s heart tight, he could see a pair of beautiful eyes, clear river water on the edge of the Hermitage. Is there he was dreaming? Dushmanta kept staring at the beautiful girl, he realized that his whole body shook, there are forces that continue to push to not distract the eye.

"Are you the daughter of Rishi Kanwa?" After stunned Dushmanta finally asked with a doubt in the heart, not a sage never married throughout life, how well he could have a daughter?

"Please pardon Sir, I am Syakuntala, the adopted son of Resi Kanwa", the noise was still melodious, soft pair of eyes staring at the figure of King Dushmanta Syakuntala amazement. I can not imagine, after so many lonely and long, she will be met with a king. Such a ruling was never able to meet in a dream lovely though, now the gallant figure is obviously standing right in front of him. However, Syakuntala raised a sage, she was too clever to simply mastered herself, in the presence of a great king though.

"How can you be in this hermitage?" King Dushmanta sigh of relief, Resi Kanwa lived with a beautiful girl in this place is not a mistake. The young king's gaze remained attached to the face of a peaceful, beautiful as the full moon when the stars shine resplendent. Dushmanta must realize, he had fallen in love at first sight of the foster child's Resi Kanwa. He felt fragrant petals bloom in the courtyard of the monastery, now blooming in the garden too careful.

"A long story My Lord, but let's please when Her Majesty is pleased to sit, unwind", graceful arm Syakuntala Raja Muda let it sit on a mat that simple. Secretly Dushmanta felt as though her body flew, he never felt like this, so happy and honoured to be alone with a beautiful girl who just knew.

"Tell me about yourself?" How would like Dushmanta embrace Syakuntala into his arms, but he is still in power refrain. He was a king, bound by too many ordinances in the act.

"The story is long sire, if my lord is pleased to hear", Syakuntala do not want to cover the authenticity of himself, he has no right to lie in front of a king, whatever the consequences.

"I do not mind to hear it", King Dushmanta really interested in the story of life Syakuntala, he can not choose the wrong, he continued to stare at the face of pretty Saykuntala, while the beautiful girl later recalled.

In the past, there was a man named Viswamitra who was never satisfied with the miracle. He kept a solemn penance, so Batara Indra fear, if imprisoned Viswamitra succeeded, it would have supernatural powers toppled his throne in Indrtaloka. Batara Indra call Dewi Menaka, ruled fairies to tempt Viswamitra. Dewi Menaka initially feel heavy, because it is a powerful Wismamitra strong and grumpy. He born as a warrior, but as a virtue, dharma, and magic, then it becomes a brahmin. He was able to make an earthquake, because of his anger. If the seductive goddess Menaka should be assisted Maruta, the wind god who spread the fragrance of trees and Manamatha, the god of love. Dewi Menaka then meet Viswamitra at the Hermitage, carrying out orders Batara Indra, teasing the powerful ascetic. When the middle of the two, suddenly the wind blew hard unveil Dewi Menaka soft cloth, revealing a pair of calf wonderful tub containing rice grains. Viswamitra stunned. She thought the wind would stop blowing, but getting stronger gusts blow away the whole outfit Dewi Menaka. The lovely lady changed as gold stunned doll, pretending to want to pursue the clothing, because of embarrassment.

Viswamitra liver quiver, he knew had failed imprisoned, beauty is so plain without makeup simplest, Menaka appeared in a state as it is, elegant and charming. Hermitage special atmosphere immediately incandescent by the flames of love, Viswamitra turn away from its original purpose. He did not want to again imprisoned, he chose to marry a beautiful princess who suddenly appeared, naked in the wind. Now, they are husband and wife.

There's nothing like long ago Dewi Menaka branch containing a baby in her womb, nine months after the pregnancy was Menaka went to the edge of the Malini River Valley in the Himalayas. The atmosphere in the valley is very beautiful, is an overgrown meadow flowers, extremely cold air, in the distance the white fog always marched as a soft white blanketed mountains neck. Malini river water flowing from upstream toward peace offshore, on the banks of this river Menaka gave birth to a baby girl. With the heart of beautiful women that leave the baby without sin by the river, she returned to the heaven where the original came from, leaving the marriage anyway. Her job has been successfully tempting Viswamitra, hermit it failed to reach the highest magic power, would not be able to overthrow the throne Batara Indra.

Babies without sin was lying on the riverbank is protected birds Shakuntala, Resi Kanwa merciful toward a baby without a mother. He saved that beautiful baby, name Syakuntala accordance with the middle name of protecting birds at the first time he found it. Resi Kanwa wise raising Syakuntala if the girl is his child, so that the girl has now grown into a beautiful girl.

"I do not need to question of where exactly you came from, now you are a Syakuntala beautiful girl", a moment Dushmanta stop words, there is a rumbling in my chest. He was convinced, would never be able to leave this hermitage without getting love Shakuntala. He was a king, for her abstinence do not get something right he pleases, but he must say in the ordinance.

"If there is a request, and you do not mind?" Gently Dushmanta reached up, he immediately felt the leather is very soft cast fragrances. Both are now so close, almost without distance.

"Thousands of forgiveness, whether the request Sire, probably servants to meet", Syakuntala is a beautiful girl who grew up with manners by a hermit, he quite understands the feelings of the great king, but he needs a statement. Any girl who is not privileged to have the honour of a visit and the friendly attitude of a king.

"Without an empress palace was silent, if willing, today also I'm asking you to marry, so that the silence will not be felt anymore. We will be married in Gandharva ", King Dushmanta could no longer restrain himself, he offers with very severe consequences. Gandharva is a marriage without a witness, except for two loving hearts.

Shakuntala almost jumped, gentle face that managed to hide the surprise. "Should not we wait for a receipt that while central picking fruit in faraway places", Syakuntala can not imagine a result of marriage without witnesses, the worst possible marriage the husband can deny it later. However, how it will be able to resist the desire of a king, she felt cornered, even though his heart refused to not get too Raja Dushmanta. Is there a girl who does not intend to become an empress?

"Why must wait for my father? A human being is always entitled to myself, she is entitled to all the action and is responsible for that action. Gandharva marriage is the most appropriate for the situation as it is today, do not hesitate. A king will never retract his words. You are the consort of my choice ", King Dushmanta staring Shakuntala with any hope, it really would not leave without marriage Gandharva hermitage.

Silence.

There was no sound anything except dry autumn leaves in the wind. Shakuntala faced with a difficult choice. She was not able to refuse a request for a king, but married without witnesses. What if in the future Dushmanta denying this marriage. On the other hand, Dushmanta more fascinated, how much more beautiful the face of this vacillating.

"Or you there have the same requirements, before accepting this proposal?" Dushmanta approached, he could inhale the delicate aroma of each segment of the girl's body, his blood drained. Shakuntala grips on the palms closer and closer, as if he was about to let go even if fastest hit.

Shakuntala looked away, she knew could never refuse a request for a king, even if he had to suffer such a severe and perhaps one day will not be able to bear it. However, how can he dodge? Requirements might cause Dushmanta to reconsider his courtship. "A thousand pardon your majesty, if children are born will become the servant of the crown prince and is entitled to the throne, I will consider the marriage of Gandharva".

"A queen will certainly give birth to babies who would succeed me as a king. I accept your terms? "Smile Dushmanta expands, he never felt happy, as now, his stocky float at altitudes between white clouds. Shakuntala, beautiful girl will be his wife by Gandharva marriage.

Without waiting longer king Dushmanta and adopted daughter of an ascetic, Syakuntala hand in hand, around the sacred fire, give spell, establishing itself as husband and wife. Gandharva ceremony passed quickly, then tore Dushmanta and Syakuntala most amazing night under the dim light of lanterns increasingly fading evening. Both were swept away in a long togetherness when the longer nights getting cooler, without sound. Dushmanta felt the whole flow of his blood boil, he has uncovered the secrets of the deepest never understood before meeting with Shakuntala. If the night will never end ....

However, the most thrilling night though would have arrived at the edges, light golden in colour dawn broke through the slit green leaves, dew dripping beads, gentle breeze rustled spread the aroma of wet earth. With regret Dushmanta Gandharva marriage should end the evening, he had to return with a group of soldiers, long journey, back to the palace, carrying out the responsibilities as a king.

"If I could stay with you in this hermitage, but a group of soldiers waiting outside the gate, I had to go back to the palace. Rest assured, there will come the palace guard to take you as consort to the king of the city. Once again I would never deprive the word of a king ", Syakuntala melted in the arms Dushmanta, once again she could not escape, as when the King asked for the marriage of  Gandharva. Now, anxiety attack quicker than the prescribed time limit. After he gave dharma in the most beautiful night of a lifetime, King Dushmanta take leave so quickly back to the palace.

What can be said?

Shakuntala only silence to King Dushmanta pack up, leave the door of the hermitage, and never looked back. Happy too quickly turn into hollow and uncertain yield expectations, the beautiful girl sitting cross-legged in a chaotic mind. Erratic mood, so when Resi Kanwa come, Syakuntala not pick courage to welcome the presence of it, he fell silent without a word. He did not feel confident, really one of Puru dynasty will come to pick up, sign him worthy of a queen?

Resi Kanwa, ascetic sacred and noble it immediately captures the changes in his adopted daughter. The innocent girl seemed troubled, no longer feel confident with the days that have been and must be passed. He did not need to ask, Resi Kanwa has been understood, he could stare at the man who was far hidden in the recesses of the heart.

"Syakuntala, a truly beloved child, nothing ever you do without my knowledge. Not why, Gandharva marriage between a king Puru dynasty and the daughter of a recluse, the true presence. You did not do anything wrong, Gandharva is the best ceremony for a knight. Dushmanta is the great and wise king, who would you born child would become a formidable and renowned prince. In time he will reign as King of the House of Puru "Resi Kanwa voice so smooth, as the wind when the sun burns so hot. He knew Syakuntala faced with a difficult choice when alone dealing with a king.

Shakuntala sobbing, she did not intend to go beyond the marriage without the blessing of my father, but how unlikely circumvent the request of King Dushmanta. She only girl of a hermit who must undergo destiny, whatever happens after marriage without a witness. Reverently Shakuntala washed Resi Kanwa’s legs, how much he is indebted to the wise man. "Thousands of mercy father, I am asked for prayers for this marriage, provide prayer and blessing for all people  Puru", sound Shakuntala weak and broken, her heart was torn, that Resi Kanwa does not catapult rage for marriage without witnesses is a miracle.

"It must give consent for marriage as well as the presence of King Dushmanta husband also all the people Puru. Now, no more do you want? "Resi Kanwa looked at her foster children with a view full of love, he did feel sorry for the fate of a baby whose mother had been abandoned on the riverbank.

"Servant asks that Kings Kauravas, King's descendant of the House of Puru will always have the glory and the power to forever", Syakuntala bowed her head, holding a puddle of tears, she asks too much of this ascetic, but to whom he could ask?

"Syakuntala fulfill your request, now do not you feel sad. My prayers will always be with you ", Rishi Kanwa choose the best words to give strength to the only girl who has been raised. He sure every prayer said over the Creator, he knows the power of prayer.

Then the beautiful Syakuntala back through the day as it was, he took care of the rest of the Hermitage well. Green leaf shade ripe still grow a variety of fruits, flower colour is so beautiful flooded the morning dew, the sound of the river water sound beside the hermitage provide enduring natural atmosphere. Shakuntala wait Ponggawa palace came to pick up, but until the fetus in the womb were increasingly enlarged at the age of pregnancy, nobody came to pick up delegates.

Is there a King Dushmanta have forgotten the promise?

Shakuntala still waiting, she was dying for the baby without sin should come into the world without the presence of one who is most responsible for the birth. The young mother was still to be patient and remain patient until the tiny baby continues to grow into a boy, sitting, standing, walking and then running. The little boy inherited the valour of his father and the beauty of the mother, it should be Syakuntala feel happy blessed with a child who is handsome and agile. However, when in fact the messenger Dushmanta will come for an appointment. Children born is a prince, he was empress, she could not stay with my father, a hermit. He did dharma of a wife towards her husband.

Resi Kanwa gradually understand the turmoil, he often get Syakuntala stood in the doorway with the attitude of waiting. But the waiting was ended in vain, nobody came Ponggawa palace. Resi Kanwa must wisely determine the attitude, one day at dusk slowly extinguished, blazing sun trembled in the dim light of nature, the wise old man opened the conversation. "My daughter Syakuntala, has long you become a wife in a marriage of Gandharva with a king, but you do not live in the palace. There is a gap that prevents dharma wife. You have to wait, but until today nobody palace messenger comes, perhaps King Dushmanta too busy with the affairs of the kingdom. Your child should know better a father, go to the palace. My prayers are always with you ", Rishi Kanwa give you a hint, it is likely the worst, King Dushmanta deny the marriage, he did not admit Syakuntala as a wife. However, whatever the possibility should remain manageable, so Syakuntala can determine the attitude. The favourite child no longer have to wait, wait it must be terminated.

For a moment silence, even the most gentle breeze was as reluctant to rustle. Shakuntala should be aware, that during three years of troubled hearts can never be denied, however, continued to wait, causing a most patient and loving even be sunk into boredom. Words Resi Kanwa true, she must present to the court, she should be able to test the truth of the promise of a king. Is there Dushmanta just utter or as a king he would never retract his words. Three years this promise was not fulfilled, he had ventured now demanding the right as consort. Shakuntala staring eyes shady father, years she had grown up because this ascetic virtue. Now, she had to take leave to go, Resi Kanwa not want to throw her out, but she had to put an end to the anticipation and validate the promise of a king.

"So my father think? True servants of weary waiting, I will obey the words of my father with a request for a blessing. We wish His Majesty King Dushmanta would never break a promise, even if in three years the servant did not also get the assurance ", Syakuntala says softly, lifetimes he never left this peaceful place, but for a good reason, he should go and maybe not will never go back. Beautiful women are now aware of the painful sense of separation, but is there she had a choice? After marriage of  Gandharva she was a queen, the child born is a prince, someday she would be a king reigned over the blessing prayer. All that could happen if Dushmanta keeping promises. That means Syakuntala have to put yourself to accept two things contrary, king Dushmanta will never lick his words or vice versa, pretending not to know after a successful request Gandharva wonderful evening it was. Shakuntala understand, she will be faced with the days that are not easy to simultaneously determine the destiny of forever, the only attitude that should be strengthened is to develop courage. She is no longer a little girl, she was an empress. He must be prepared for two things at the same time and a very different atmosphere since the appointment of the King came out.

The next day Syakuntala take leave, a thousand feelings of rage, a lot of beautiful women did not say, except thank you for the blessing and prayer requests so that this trip will be until the end of operation. Some sages accompany his departure, a young mother and a child is not safe alone in a long journey. This time it was the first trip Syakuntala, days Together, they pass on the way, through the woods, past the  green grass, cross the river until it reached the palace of King Dushmanta.

Women's heart was beating when passing through the gate of a magnificent palace, heavily guarded. Two bodyguards escorted her to appear before His Majesty the King. Shakuntala never imagined one day in his life journey to visit this beautiful place. Behind the gate is a magnificent building, towering with solid walls, brilliant colours, flower gardens spread fragrant flower petals. Secretly Shakuntala be daunted, how will the King Dushmanta attitude of his presence? He has held with courage, whatever is going to happen later, if bad possibility must be faced.

Footsteps Shakuntala ended up in a hall where the King Dushmanta reigns on the throne surrounded by bodyguards and the choice of ministers. The pillars of the palace so magnificent, everything is in the hall is the beautiful, sparkling like a glass palace floor. Shakuntala sitting cross-legged with a small boy remained in an embrace, she give worship.
"Respect and homage to His Majesty the King Dushmanta,  a slave Syakuntala daughter’s of Resi Kanwa, a hermit", Syakuntala a glance at the face of the great Dushmanta, her complain, the gaze was as if she never knew her.

"I accept and respect  Syakuntala, far journey from the hermitage, word exactly what you want to say?" The king looked into the pretty face  Syakuntala, he would not forget the face winsome though only wrapped understated clothes. He forgot one important thing concerning the promise, but how well he had to admit when he was enthroned on a throne in the presence of all ministers and courtiers. The presence of this woman quietly shocking the heart, Syakuntala turned out to have the courage, when he never ruled Ponggawa palace to pick up, then today he comes without a letter of invitation. And who is the handsome boy who never separated from the hug? Dushmanta took a deep breath, he must accept the consequences of an act.

"A thousand pardon your majesty, whether glorious majesty would have forgotten that day, three years ago?" Shakuntala gather courage to say, anything to answers a king. It requires a certainty, though it would be a bitter taste.

The atmosphere in the great hall suddenly silent, each court officials who were present looked at each other with an unspoken question. Who is the woman beautiful and humble? Whatever happened three years ago? Why had he dared to ask him a king with a handsome boy in her hand?

Dushmanta sighed, he had dodged a responsibility, he never forgot the beautiful night three years ago when for the first time he fell in love with a woman, love at first meeting. However, her royal duties inevitable so long, if he had been promised to immediately send an envoy. He did not need to meet with Syakuntala in an atmosphere like this, the king's mind was working hard, he had to get away out.

"Syakuntala, or anyone else's name. Every woman in this kingdom can suddenly present in the hall and then asked me to remember the events that have recently occurred. Certainly not as easy for me to forget. But is there any evidence you have ", Dushmanta say as calmly as possible, he needs to keep the self-image even in a precarious situation and not get profit.

On the other hand Syakuntala down, he had earned a bad sign, and now the King asked for proof. Evidence of what he had, but he and the king had sworn in Gandharva marriage, except the belief in dharma and the testimony of the gods, the Creator, he has no proof, die or explicit. Swished her blood, she does not want and will win talked with such a ruling. However, he still has a piece of time for silence, to ask the Creator to be a marriage without witness Gandharva three years ago. Shakuntala hold back the tears that began inundated, with stumbling utter.

"Hopefully Dushmanta, the Great King that always wise to get a high degree and glory. True servants had no evidence, especially a letter on palm leaves. Servant just is tired of waiting. If the king is pleased, would not be a king forgetting appointments. However, when the promise was just a sweetener tongue is wasted after desire is achieved, let the servant go back to the monastery, "the voice sounded like moans, quietly Dushmanta goosebumps, he faced a tough choice. Time suddenly changed into a pair of bars are close together, clamping negligence ever done. Shakuntala presence in this place was a mistake. However, he was a king, he never "innocent".

"If witnesses are all Gods, then ask him to say, so that the whole hall can trust", King Dushmanta want this moment soon passed, he did not want disturbed by the presence of a woman. His rule is so broad concerns the life and death of the royal household, he just simply say, then say it will soon become a reality.

"May the great gods would prove the truth of the noble King speech, the servant only son of a recluse, not common to give force to a king", Syakuntala aware unwelcome presence in this hall, all officials looked at him strangely. Suddenly he felt a stranger, he missed a peaceful atmosphere at the Hermitage when everyone who is in this place would say hello politely and looked at her with compassion. After giving worship the beautiful confluence resign, attitudes and sayings of King Dushmanta has changed as if a sharp knife that slashed right in the gut causing the pain. The great king has denied marriage of Gandhara with the language. She was too small to simply restore the memory of King, she was like a beggar. Dreams to life as empress shatter evaporate along with cold sweat dripping. Shakuntala feel her whole body shaking. Floor palace sparkling like glass as if to shake, ready to divide, to swallow fragile body, then shut back so that she never come again to this place.

All of the hall stared at the figure walking down Syakuntala bear defeat, none dared to say. They never exist between a king and Syakuntala, they still wonder. While King Dushmanta remained seated on a throne, lofty in oversized clothes and beautiful lustre. How wanted he came down from the throne holding a pair of soft hands Syakuntala, but both are in the wrong time-space. Dushmanta froze, his tongue failed to say, tasted bitter. He was sorry, but what is to be done.

Silence hung extremely long in the great hall to figure Syakuntala moving away. Some inch step for Syakuntala feels much longer than waiting for the three years ended in vain. However, now he has been able to take a stand, he would not wait, he would raise a child without a family. The woman still has residual power to hold back a flood of tears, there will be a time to cry, ask the Creator for this injustice. Air suddenly become so cold slicing pores, Syakuntala step as if floating. However, before Syakuntala reach the first rung, miraculously suddenly heard a voice.

"King of the Great Dushmanta, fulfil your request, proof of the marriage between you and Syakuntala Gandhara three years ago at the Hermitage. I am the witness, after three out waiting Syakuntala ask for certainty, because a wife can not continue to wait, he needed a father for the baby is born. The handsome boy is a child of a great soul who would become known as Bharata, worshipped. If wasted Syakuntala and Bharata, you will be struck by catastrophe. Shakuntala not lie ....! "

Miraculously also sounds then disappear, silence enveloped the whole hall, split shortly afterwards when King Dushmanta utter a resounding "All the ministers, priests and court officials, all have heard the evidence of marriage Gandhara between me as a king and a female child hermit named Shakuntala, I deliberately asked for proof that in the future nothing ever happens denial, because this is only true marriage witnessed only the bride and groom. I accept Syakuntala as empress and as a descendant of Bharata Dushmanta ", the great king was a sigh of relief, he has come out with a victory in the narrow gap that nearly threw him from a height. Indeed, he never could lull love to Syakuntala very deep, and how handsome boy who is born.

While Shakuntala immediately halt before going down the stairs, he sighed let go of burdens and possibilities, the Great Gods seem to always protect dharma and honesty of heart. Dreams of becoming an empress finally reach back, not much distance stretched between joy and sorrow, between sad and happy. Bhatara, tiny baby born alive should be the crown prince, the future will be enthroned as king. Shakuntala turned into a pale face flushed red, wet eyes glowing as if the tears now as stars in altitude. Women seemed to fly with the wind when I felt a pair of hands gently clasped the burly King Dushmanta palms were cold. Long and tiring journey does not end in vain.

The next day King Dushmanta ordered a welcoming ceremony for the queen and the crown prince. Grand ceremony was the beginning of a long story. Request Syakuntala to Resi Kanwa, so that the descendants of the House of Puru will receive protection as great kings granted. The Resi proved the power of prayer, because of his supernatural powers. At a later descendant of Bharata really become a great nation, Bharata lowered too mighty kings. One of the king was Santanu.

                                                        

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