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Beneath her borrowed blush Gwashbrari smiled triumphant, as she answered back, 'How can that be, great King, and I so lowly? Even if I would, how could I reach your star-crowned head? I who on tip-toe cannot touch your cloud-robed shoulder? Yet again the passionate cry rang out 'I love you! kiss me, or I die!
Only the beautiful Gwashbrari, cold and glistening amid her glaciers, would keep silence. Self-satisfied, serene, her beauty was enough for her; others might rise farther through the mists, but there was none so fair as she in all the land.
The setting sun sank lower, reflecting a ruddier glow on Gwashbrari's face; it seemed as if she blushed beneath the great King's gaze. A mighty longing filled his soul, bursting from his lips in one passionate cry 'O Gwashbrari! kiss me, or I die! The sound echoed through the valleys, while the startled peaks stood round expectant.
And that is why great Westarwan stretches his long length across the valley of Kashmir, resting his once lofty head upon the glacier heart of Queen Gwashbrari. And every night the star crown hangs in the heavens as of yore.
He is made of the same stuff as we are; there is more of it, that is all. 'The more reason to resent his pride! retorted the grumblers. 'Who made him a King over us? Gwashbrari smiled an evil smile. 'O fools! poor fools and blind! giving him a majesty he has not in my sight. I tell you mighty Westarwan, for all his star-crowned loftiness, is no King to me. Tis I who am his Queen!
Then the mighty hills laughed aloud, for Gwashbrari was the lowliest of them all. 'Wait and see! answered the cold passionless voice. 'Before to-morrow's sunrise great Westarwan shall be my slave! Once more the mighty hills echoed with scornful laughter, yet the icy-hearted beauty took no heed.
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