90Canto XC. The Hermitage.The prince of men a league away Saw where the hermit's dwelling lay, Then with his lords his path pursued, And left his warrior multitude. On foot, as duty taught his mind, He left his warlike gear behind; Two robes of linen cloth he wore, And bade Vaśishṭha walk before. Then Bharat from his lords withdrew When Bharadvája came in view, And toward the holy hermit went Behind Vaśishṭha, reverent. When Bharadvája, saint austere, Saw good Vaśishṭha drawing near, He cried, upspringing from his seat, “The grace-gift bring, my friend to greet.” When Saint Vaśishṭha near him drew,