To console himself
Moti had eaten twice as many sweetmeats as were good for him, and
was in a bad temper accordingly.
'Now they are certainly of Tarra, these jewels,' exclaimed Sunni,
'I remember that necklace upon her neck, for every time Tarra has
kissed me, that fifth stone which has been broken in the cutting
has scratched my face.'
'In one word,' said Moti imperiously, 'it was the voice of Matiya.
And this perplexes me, for Matiya, hating my mother, hates me also,
I think.'
'Why did she hate your mother?' asked Sunni.
'How stupid you are to-day! You have heard the story two hundred
times! Because she thought that she should have been chosen to be
queen instead of my mother. It is true that she was more
beautiful, but my mother was a pundita. And she was not chosen.
She is only second in the palace. And she has no children, while
my mother was the mother of a king.'
'No,' said Sunni, 'I never heard that before, Moti.'
'But I say you have! Two hundred times! And look, O thoughtless
one, you have gone between me and the sun, so that even now your
shadow falls upon my sugar-cake--my cake stuffed with almonds,
which is the kind I most love, and therefore I cannot eat it.
There,' cried Moti, contemptuously, 'take it yourself and eat it--
you have no caste to break.
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