A tremor shook me from head to foot. I lowered my head and kept my eyes obstinately shut, and I tore up the ground with my tusks to try and work off my fury.
I heard them coming nearer and nearer, she with her light step, and he dragging his feet along carelessly. He had seen me, and it was of me that he was speaking.
"Ah!" said he, "you have a white elephant! I know that a great veneration is felt for animals of this species in some countries—among others in Siam, the country of the Queen your mother. We, however, are less simple-minded, and we like them for processions, but value them less than the others because they are less robust." Parvati had stopped near me, disturbed by my silent rage, which was plainly visible to her; she sought to soothe me with her gentle hand, and her voice shook as she replied to the Prince: "Iravata is the good Genius of our family. The soul of one of my ancestors dwells in him, and he is my dearest friend!"
"Not dearer than your fiancé, I hope!" said he with a conceited laugh.
"He who has been devoted to me since my birth is more of a friend than the fiancé of yesterday...."
"Why, this is serious!" cried Baladji, laughing still louder: "Must I really be jealous of a great beast like that?"...
I could no longer restrain myself from opening my eyes, and at the look that met his, the Prince recoiled several steps.
"By Kali," said he, "your Ancestor has not a very pleasant expression! his eyes are as ferocious as a tiger's!"
"Let us go on, I beg of you," said Parvati. "I do not know what has irritated him, but Iravata is not himself to-day."
"I will go on very willingly," said the Prince, endeavouring to conceal his fright, "for I detest the vicinity of elephants because of their odour!" He turned and went away hurriedly, while Parvati, before rejoining him, looked back at me, and clasped her hands supplicatingly.