Over the of Lord King Bimbisār built a , a salutation in white marble.  
There in the evening would come all the brides and daughters of the King’s house to offer flowers and light lamps.
 
When the son became king in his time he washed his father’s away with blood, and lit sacrificial fires with its sacred books.
 
The autumn day was dying.
 
The evening hour of worship was near.
 
Shrimati, the queen’s maid, to Lord Buddha, having bathed in holy water, and decked the golden tray with lamps and fresh white blossoms, silently raised her dark eyes to the queen’s face.
 
The queen in fear and said, “Do you not know, foolish girl, that death is the penalty for whoever brings worship to Buddha’s shrine?
 
“Such is the king’s will.”
 
Shrimati bowed to the queen, and turning away from her door came and stood before Amitā, the newly bride of the king’s son.
 
A mirror of gold on her lap, the newly wed bride was braiding her dark long tresses and painting the red spot of good luck at the parting of her hair.
 
Her hands trembled when she saw the young maid, and she cried, “What fearful would you bring me! Leave me this instant.”
 
Princess Shuklā sat at the wind............