The other ninety and nine princes heard that their father was dead, and that the Umbrella had been uplifted over Samvara. [133] "But he is the youngest of all," said they; "the Umbrella does not belong to him. Let us uplift the Umbrella over the eldest of us all." They all joined forces, and sent a letter to Samvara, bidding him resign the Umbrella or fight; then they surrounded the city. The king told this news to the Bodhisatta, and asked what he was to do now. He answered: "Great King, you must not fight with your brothers. Divide the treasure belonging to your father into a hundred portions, and to your brothers send ninety-nine of them, with this message, "Accept this share of your father's treasure, for fight with you I will not." So he did.

Then the eldest of all the brothers, Prince Uposatha by name, summoned the rest together, and said to them, "Friends, there is no one able to overcome the king; and this our youngest brother, though he has been our enemy, does not remain so: but he sends us his wealth, and refuses to

fight with us. Now we cannot all uplift the Umbrella at the same moment; let us uplift it over one only, and let him alone be king; so when we see him, we will hand over the royal treasure to him, and return to our own provinces." Then all these princes raised the siege of the city, and entered it, foes no longer. And the king told his courtiers to welcome them, and sent them to meet the princes. The princes with a great following entered on foot, and mounting the steps of the palace, and using all humility towards the great king Samvara, sat down in a lowly place. King Samvara was seated under the White Umbrella upon a throne: great magnificence was his, and great pomp; what place soever he looked upon, trembled and quaked. Prince Uposatha seeing the magnificence of the mighty king Samvara, thought to himself, "Our father, methinks, knew that Prince Samvara would be king after his decease, and therefore gave us provinces and gave him none;" then addressing him, repeated three stanzas:

[134] "Your nature, mighty monarch, sure the lord of men well knew:
The other princes honoured he, but nothing gave to you.

"While the king lived was it, or when a god to heaven he went,
That seeing their own benefit, your kinsmen gave consent?

"Say by what power, O Samvara, you stand above your kin:
Why do your brethren not unite from you the place to win?"

On hearing this, King Samvara repeated six stanzas to explain his own character:

"Because, O prince, I never grudge great sages what is meet:
Ready to pay them honour due, I fall before their feet.

"Me envying none, and apt to learn all conduct meet and right,
Wise sages each good precept teach in which they take delight.