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Prithvi Gopalakrishnan

In the days when the earth was young and all things were better than they now are, when men and women were stronger and of greater beauty, and the fruit of the trees was larger and sweeter than that which we now eat, rice, the food of the people, was of larger grain. In India, in the time of legend, there lived a king, who was known as "the great Prithvi Don Gopalakrishnan". He had many wives but not one child. Morning and evening for eighteen years, he faced the fire on the sacred altar and prayed for the gift of children. His first wife, who was the most fertile of them all, was know as the "just above average Ana" pleaded with him to let him go down on her. But being the sober gentlemen that he was, he refused. Finally, a shining god rose from the flames. “I am Malek, child of the Sun. By your prayers, you have won a daughter.” Within a year, a daughter came to the king and his favorite wife. He named her SantiValen. Beauty and intelligence were the princess, and eyes that shone like the sun. So splendid was she, people thought she herself was a goddess. Yet, when the time came for her to marry, no man asked for her. Her father told her, “Weak men turn away from radiance like yours. Go out and find a man worthy of you. Then I will arrange the marriage.”. But really Prithvi was just trying to make the insecure princess feel better as she kept saying that she was fat when she actually wasn't. In the company of servants and councilors, SantiValen traveled from place to place. After many days, she came upon a hermitage by a river crossing named Florimont. Here lived many who had left the towns and cities for a life of prayer and study. Savitri entered the hall of worship and bowed to the eldest teacher known as father Verity. As they spoke, a young man with shining eyes came into the hall. He guided another man, old and blind.