Without delay Radhashyamanda was brought there, and he was consecrated by smearing a tilak with the king's blood on his forehead observing all traditional rituals punctiliously. Anandananda did not live long after that. The reverberation of the drums and trumpets made everything clear as daylight to the public. It is not possible to imagine the totally dejected face of the son of the mistress. But it is certain that there was none to offer any consolation, the `Bahubalindra' title holders who exist till today, will forever be grateful through generations to the Dewan. It is a matter of regret that the name of such a loyal and idealist Dewan is lost forever.

Such a faithful loving and efficient Dewan died within a year as a result of a cruel conspiracy or mere ill luck. Radhashyamananda was left unprotected and vulnerable. Bayley has written that Gopalendra, Rajah of Sujamutha, a close relative, now appeared on the stage. the preserver was transformed into destroyer. the British set up the court of Wards.

Lakshminarayan, king of Tamluk and a friend of Radhashymananda's father brought him over to Tamluk and married him to his eldest daughter. But ill-luck did not leave Radhashymananda. His wife died untimely. Lakshminarayan then married his second daughter Apurbamoyee to the young King of Moyna. They lived more or less happily, their days pased smoothly like the calm and placid current flowing on the Rupnarayan in the months of November-December. At such a time Lakshminarayan suddenly decided to marry his youngest daughter to this king as well, as it was difficult to get a proper match

He constructed building, newly arranged his Court making it as comfortable and workable as possible. one cannot do more with such small funds. Then he sent a palanquin accompanied by his security men and brought his Queen to his palace. He was able to attract everything gradually _ the love of his subject, respects from his employees and honour from the elites of society. He not only could keep the british satisfied, but also earned their genuine respect. Did this continuous pressure make him mentally fatigued? Did he want to step out of this life of strict discipline and relax ? He never dishonoured his Queen, but did he wish to drown his pangs of unfulfilment in the warm company of the dancer Maynamati, night after night ? this seems to be his Achilles` heel. He was life long in quest of abstract and ideal beauty and could not reach the shore of the great ocean. Finding a clear port on the way he attempted to taste the water. His thirst was reduced temporarily but was not slaked forever. None can tell.

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Bad news travels faster. Moreover the sanctum of the place was not far. The king of Turkagarh was the son-in-law of the family. he was also present in the evening dance Soiree. He flung a gold ornament towards Maynamati and said : Moyna you have danced like a peacock spreading its plumes'. The words reached the ears of the proud Queen Apurbamoyee. She became angry and lost her patiencee. Radhshyamananda was not in the palace then. Taking this opportunity, mad with rage or injured prestige, in fear or pride, she came straight to Maynamati's residence. Fierce as a tigress she sprung on her nosering and tore it off. Maynamoti stared at her with hurt and unbelieving eyes. gaining sanity she stooped low and showed reverence. Then raising eyebrows and in a bitter sarcastic tone with awry smile on her lips, she uttered slowly, but clearly : `'It is my luck that I am seeing the Queen with my sinful eyes".

On his return Radhashyamananda heard everything and kept mum. He was not prepared to tolerate this much. The audacity of the Queen has crossed the limit, It amounted to putting the age _old family prestige into dust. who permitted her to walk out of the sanctum ? the Queen herself has entered the rooms of a whore. It is an insult to the Queen, the king, their family. The glorious heritage that had been built up all these years nurtured with greatest care is now shattered due to the undiscerning, insensitive act of his better half. The next morning he called his mason and permanently blocked the single door of communication with the Queen with brick and mortar. probably he never spoke to the Queen after this. He lost all enthusiasm under an unsurmountable wave of fatigue. The phoenix failed to regenerate itself from its ashes.

Of course, all these personal trivia are of little value in the backdrop of history. But we must realize how apathy and listlessness devour all enthusiasm or how ashes extinguish fire. The glory and honour of the Bahubalindras probably ended here. success was walled off forever. Their situation is like that of the geriatic last Mughal Emperor Bahadur Shah. There are no rights but loyalty everywhere, not a single soldier is left but there are the masses; capability is diminished but prestige in plentiful; the throne is empty but the hearts are full. The danger of such familial and personal evaluation of history has its perils. passion spreads its wings and colours everything; history seems to be garbed by romanticism. while searching for rationality, the words of Mr P.G.O. Taylor strikes a chord in the heart: `I prefer to have a close look at the life and deeds of a person rather then utter platitudes of the abstract facts of history. Theories and opinions are no doubt necessary but man or his life is more important than those.