“I cannot help that,” said Miach Lay.
The king was greatly confused. After another while he said to his son, “I have another maiden chosen for you, and it is well for us to go to her father’s, and settle the match.”
“I am willing,” said Miach Lay.
They went away together, and never stopped nor stayed till they reached the house of the young lady’s father. They were welcomed there warmly, and spent seven days and seven nights, and were better attended each day than the day before.
“Well, my son,” asked the father, “how do you like this match?”
“Well, and very well,” said Miach Lay; “but I will not marry this lady either. She is ten times better than the first; and if I had married the first, I could not marry this one, and so I will not marry the second any more than the first lady.”
“Oh, my shame!” said the father. “I can never show my face to these people again.”
After another while the king told Miach Lay that he had a better lady than ever selected, and asked him to go with him to arrange the marriage.
“I am willing,” answered the son.