Savithri grew up.
She was a maiden of charming modesty and matchless virtue. She was lovely and bright as a
goddess. She was to be married. Many youths sought her hand strong men and brave
men and good and modest men. But every prince who saw her at once felt humble; he felt he
was not worthy of her and withdrew.
Ashwapathi was full of admiration for Savithris words and conduct. She was the
centre of his life. He had offered tapas (deep meditation and prayer) for
eighteen years for this daughter and her radiant liveliness filled his heart with
joy. But he grew more and more troubled as days passed and no prince, however, handsome
and brave, came forward to marry her.
Ashwapathi called his daughter and said, "Savithri, my child, it is time for you
to marry. Go where you will and choose a husband worthy of you." He made all
arrangements for her journey.