here dwelt in a palace shaded by pine-trees and approached by imposing gates, the princess miyadzu, beautiful as the cherry blossom in the blushing dawn of a spring morning. her garments were dainty and bright, and her skin was white as snow, for she had never known what it was to be weary along the path of duty or to walk in the heat of a summer's sun. and the prince was ashamed of his sunburnt wife in her travel-stained garments, and bade her remain behind while he went to visit the princess miyadzu. day after day he spent hours in the gardens and the palace of his new friend, thinking only of his pleasure, and caring little for his poor wife who remained behind to weep in the tent at the misery which had come into her life. yet she was so faithful a wife, and her character so patient, that she never allowed a reproach to escape her lips, or a frown to mar the sweet sadness of her face, and she was ever ready with a smile to welcome her husband back or usher him forth wherever he went.