The Story of a Princess-3

My father did apologize that day. He said that he should not have allowed the priest to talk to me the way he did. He said it was just because he was too amazed to see me being able to use the (supposedly)divine instrument. He also said that he thought it was time I got married. And then he went away.

Over the next few days I came to know that he was really serious in his intention to marry me off. He even kept a competition-an archery competition. The suitor would have to string Lord Shiva's bow. That's it. Sure, send me off with the first fool who comes your way!

However, no fool really did. I sat in the upper balcony and watched them all fail, one by one. I didn't understand why. If a fifteen-year-old girl can string that instrument, surely these famous warriors should have been able to do it long ago.

"They can't do it. Not without your consent." My Spirit was at it again.

I said," And why should my consent be so important?"

S: Because you are the only one who knows how to do it.

I: Oh, please. Everyone knows how to string a bow.

S: Not this one.

I: And how do I know?

S: I showed you. In your dream.

I remembered. Slowly, it all started coming back. Yes, I believe I did know the secret all along.

I: So, what am I supposed to do now?

S: Have fun, of course.

I: Am I not supposed to ever get married?

Suddenly she started laughing, and laughing, and laughing. She said," Up till now you were afraid that you would have to get married. And now you are afraid that you will not be able to get married."

I hadn't known how deeply I could blush, up until that day. When she'd had her laugh, she said," You can choose to share the secret with whomever you wish to marry. He will then be able to string the bow."

Hmmm. That sounded good. That sounded really, really good.