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The year had passed. The heart broken Savitri looked up to see a huge shadow, and it wore a strange crown on its head.
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| Princess, I am Yama, the god of death. I have come this day for your husband, the prince. | |
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The jungle became dark. But the princess was brave. She got up and followed in the footsteps of Yama.
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| Go back. You have come too far. Go back and begin those sad rites which mourners make to show their sorrow for the dead. | |
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| I'll follow my husband; it is my duty. The wise men says to walk seven steps with another makes friendship. So let me walk with you. The wise men tell that the way of righteousness is the way for all. | |
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| Your loyalty and fidelity are great. In return of these, I will grant you one wish, any wish-except for the soul of the dead Satyavan | |
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| ok. Let the eyes of my prince's father once again see the light of the day. | |
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