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Updated: May 15, 2025
"No; after all, I am not actually positive that such is the case," he answered. "There are facts connected with the affair, trivial in themselves, that lead me to believe otherwise." "What are they?" "One is that the wonderful ruby necklet, an ornament of matchless gems that belonged to King Karmos and is one of the talismans of the Sanoms, has been left. I found it flung aside and discarded.
A rumour was spread by evil tongues that she was plotting to possess the crown, and Karmos, sacrificing the husband's love, the father's joy, to his kingly duty, while standing on that spot we have visited to-day then his summer palace surrounded by lovely gardens pronounced sentence of exile upon her.
The people were mad with delight to welcome their hero Karmos and their beloved Naya. Karmos was crowned, and then began that government whose morality and justice and love and purity have passed into the proverbs of my race. There was, however, one blemish upon it. Poor Naya's evil genius had not yet exhausted his malevolence.
In due time three sons were born, Karmos, Matrugna, and Fausalya, who when they reached a suitable age married by the ceremony of 'choice, daughters of a branch of the royal family.
Nevertheless, Zulnam's wish was granted, and Karmos' departure was heartrending. To soften the austerities of forest life, Prince Matrugna tore himself from his newly-married bride to accompany Karmos. But the hardest was to be the latter's wrench from his devoted Naya.
Since the days of King Karmos each Naba or Naya has added to the great store of treasure amassed for the purpose of the emancipation of our country in the day of need. Only the reigning monarch and the heir have, in any generation, ever known the secret of how the Treasure-house can be approached the secret I have to-day revealed to you as Keeper of the Treasure."
While we regaled ourselves with grapes and other luscious fruits as a satisfactory conclusion to a bountiful feast, he told us a story which, as far as I could translate it, was as follows: "Ages ago," he said, "in the days of the good king Lobenba and Prince Karmos" here he kissed his hand as a sign of reverence, as did all his listeners "there was a poor man, a cowherd, who lived a very righteous life, nor did he commit any sin.
Then she repaired to her husband on the morning of Karmos' coronation and boldly requested that the prince should absent himself for fourteen years, and that her son Fausalya should be crowned instead." "She was artful," I observed, laughing. "Yes," he went on. "The words fell like a thunder-bolt upon the king, the light faded from his eyes and he fainted.
"Naya, wife of Karmos, had them cut under her personal supervision. There are exactly a thousand the number of generations which, she declared, should flourish and die ere Mo be conquered." Then without further words we eagerly continued our upward climb to the mystic City in the Clouds.
The change from a most exuberant girlish gaiety to quivering grief, and the offer of the delicately-nurtured wife to share with her lord the severities of an exile's life are often told by every wise man in Mo. Fourteen long years Karmos spent in exile with his beautiful wife as companion, until at last they were free to return. The home-coming was one long triumph.
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