Don't hold me. I want to go to my mother.
KING.
We will go to her together, and give her joy, my son.
CHILD.
Dushyanta is my father, not you.
KING. [Smiling.
His contradiction only convinces me the more.
Enter [S']AKOONTALÁ, in widow's apparel, with her long hair twisted into a single braid.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Aside.
I have just heard that Sarva-damana's amulet has retained its form, though a stranger raised it from the ground. I can hardly believe in my good fortune. Yet why should not Sánumatí's prediction be verified?