"'Tis well, Tara; thou shalt have him, but thou must beat him every day, and often, to make an upright man of him."
"Nana Debi wither the hand that striketh him! He is not a dog to be taught with stripes." Then, after a pause, she went on, "And the—the woman who is to be the best and fairest wife in the Terai,—what manner of woman is she?"
"She is about thine age."
"Yes?"
"And as tall as thou art."
"Proceed."
"Her voice is soft and sweet as a blackbird's, and her eyes are like a fawn's. Her name is——"
"Well, what is her name?"
"'Tis the most beautiful name that a woman can bear. Nay, how can I tell thee her name if thou wilt not look at me?"
When she had turned her eyes on him, he put his hands on her shoulders, saying, "Her name is Tara, star of the Terai."