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The princess’ movements were graceful and unaffected, and her manner of dress elegant and refined. Her smile was as fresh as a halfopened<br />

lotus. Siddhartha bowed and looked into her eyes, saying in a quiet voice, “Thank you, princess.”<br />

Devadatta stood behind Siddhartha, unhappy to have won only second place. Upset that Yasodhara had not even noticed him, he<br />

grabbed the elephant’s trunk and viciously struck it in a sensitive spot. Overcome with pain, the elephant dropped to its knees.<br />

Siddhartha looked severely at Devadatta, “Cousin, that was outrageous.”<br />

Siddhartha rubbed the tender place on the elephant’s trunk and spoke soothingly to it. Gradually the elephant stood up again and bowed<br />

its head in respect to the prince. The spectators applauded loudly. Siddhartha climbed upon the elephant’s back and the victory procession<br />

began. Under the guidance of its trainer, the <strong>white</strong> elephant carried Siddhartha around the capital of Kapilavatthu, and the people cheered.<br />

Yasodhara walked beside them with slow, graceful steps.

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