Canto LXX. The Maidens Sought. Then with the morn's returning sun. King Janak,when his rites were done, Skilled all the charms of speech to know, Spoke to wiseŚatánanda so: “My brother,lord of glorious fame, My younger,Kuśadhwaj by name, Whose virtuous life has won renown, Has settled in a lovely town, Sánkáśyá,decked with grace divine, Whose glories bright as Pushpak's shine, While Ikshumatírolls her wave Her lofty rampart's foot to lave. Him,holy priest,I long to see: The guardian of my rite is he: That my dear brother may not miss A share of mine expected bliss.” Thus in the presence of