Within the town the kings made entry then Amid a joyous throng. When they had come, The former merchant bowed before them both, The _mangkouboumi_ now. The mighty King Of Indrapura bowed and said: "My sire, Speak to my uncle here; for he brought up Thy daughter." Scarcely had the old King heard These words than he exclaimed with joy: "Come here, My brother, let us now acquaintance make." The old King, seated on his elephant, Shed all about him rays of happiness, And all the people there were greatly moved. "This is my brother well beloved," he said, And kissed his brow. "How great hath been his love, His faithfulness has proved beyond compare." The former merchant bowed, and to the King Replied: "I am thy slave, O King, and bear Thine orders on my head. Thou dost o'erwhelm Thy servant with thy favor." Then upon The royal throne, which was all gem-bedecked, The old King sat, the young prince at his side, With all the _mantris_ near. Then came the Queen Consort. The prince and Bidasari fair Came from their seats, their mother to receive. All entered then the palace. The young Queen, Fair Bidasari, bowed and was embraced By both her parents. With a flood of tears Her father said: "Alas, my darling child, Fruit of my heart, light of my eyes, keep not A hatred in thy soul against us now. The will of God is now made manifest. We long have separated been. At last We see each other with our very eyes. Great wrong we did thus to abandon thee, But still let not thy heart a stranger be To us. Peace later came to our dear land-- Such was our destiny. What could we do? We were in flight. We thought, 'May God decree Some honorable man shall find her here!' How can we now be glad enough 'twas thus Ordained! What recompense can we present?" Sweet Bidasari wept as she recalled The past. The King her husband was much moved, And felt great pity when her tears he saw. And all were sad with sorrow mixed with joy, Because they knew she was of royal birth. Food now was served, and quickly the _dyangs_ Brought salvers for the princes. The two kings Ate of the rice till they were surfeited, Then to their children offered it. All took The _siri_ placed before them, and straightway Themselves anointed with rare perfumes sweet. When all had eaten, the five royal ones Lila Mengindra called, and gave to him The remnants of the feast. The kings then spoke To him and to his wife. They both bowed low And kissed the royal hands. Then said the King Of Kembajat: "My children, I had planned-- In case we ever met on earth and ere The prey of death became--a feast to give, To last a month, and to it ye invite. In triumph I my daughter fain would bear, With all of ye. I would at once repair Unto the isle of Nousa Antara, And there I'd hold a royal festival With all the members of our family, And all the _bitis_, _mandars_, and _dyangs_. Such was my plan--if ever I should find My daughter dear. Now while this moon doth last Let me the project see fulfilled before Your parents come to die."