"Ah, but who is your father? What is his
name?" he insisted, nervously fingering his
arrows.
"Do not be a coward! Surely you should
know a maid of your own race," she replied re-
proachfully.
"Ah, you know the tricks of the doe! What
is thy name?"
"Hast thou forgotten the etiquette of thy
people, and wouldst compel me to pronounce
my own name? I refuse; thou art jesting!"
she retorted with a smile.
"Thou dost give the tricky answers of a doe.
I cannot wait; I must act before I lose my nat-
ural mind. But already I am yours. Whatever
purpose you may have in thus charming a poor
hunter, be merciful," and, throwing aside his
quiver, he sat down.
The maiden stole a glance at his face, and
then another. He was handsome. Softly she
reentered the thicket and laid down the little
fawn.
"Promise me never to hunt here again!"
she said earnestly, as she came forth without
her pretty burden, and he exacted another prom-
ise in return. Thus Snana lost her fawn, and
found a lover.
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