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Updated: June 19, 2025
Suddenly, lifting the hangings of the palace gateway, before them stood the mother of Mindon, the Lady Dwaymenau, pale as wool, having heard the shout of her boy, so that the two Queens faced each other, each holding the shoulders of her son, and the ladies watched, mute as fishes, for it was years since these two had met.
They missed the laughter and royalty of the King, and few men, and those old and weak, were left in the city. The pulse of life beat slower. And Dwaymenau took rule in the Golden Palace. Queen Maya sat like one in a dream and questioned nothing, and Dwaymenau ruled with wisdom but none loved her. To all she was the interloper, the witch-woman, the out-land upstart.
The women knew that, since Dwaymenau had refused to take the Queen's meaning, she would certainly not carry her complaint to the King. They guessed at her reason for this forbearance, but, be that as it might, it was Certain that no other person would dare to tell him and risk the fate that waits the messenger of evil.
But Dwaymenau stood by silent and lent no help as the Queen folded the Prince in her arms and laid his hand in the hand of the monk and saw them pass away among the pillars, she standing still and white. She turned to her rival. "If you have meant truly, I thank you." "I have meant truly." She turned to go, but the Queen caught her by the hand.
Thus Dwaymenau found them. She entered quietly and without any display of emotion and stood before the high seat. "Great Queen" she used that title for the first time "the leader is Meng Kyinyo of Prome. There is no mercy. The end is near. Our men fall fast, the women are fleeing. I have come to say this thing: Save the Prince." "And how?" asked the Queen, still seated. "I have no power."
"I have sent to Maung Tin, abbot of the Golden Monastery, and he has said this thing. In the Kyoung across the river he can hide one child among the novices. Cut his hair swiftly and put upon him this yellow robe. The time is measured in minutes." Then the Queen perceived, standing by the pillar, a monk of a stern, dark presence, the creature of Dwaymenau. For an instant she pondered.
Then, strong and flushed, Maya the Queen gathered the half-dead boy in her arms, and, both drenched with blood, they moved slowly down the hall and outside met the hurrying crowd, with Dwaymenau, whom the scream had brought to find her son. "You have killed him! She has killed him!" Scarcely could the Rajput woman speak. She was kneeling beside him he hideous with blood. "She hated him always.
"For evil things walk in it that cannot live in the light. Or let us dream deeper and forget. Go, little son, yet stay for who can tell what waits us when the King comes. Let us meet him here." For she believed that Dwaymenau would certainly carry the tale of her speech to the King, and, if so, what hope but death together?
And now again the Queen ruled in the palace wisely and like a Queen, and this Dwaymenau did not dispute, but what her thoughts were no man could tell. Then came the end. One night the city awakened to a wild alarm. A terrible fleet of war-boats came sweeping along the river thick as locusts the war fleet of the Lord of Prome.
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