The girl’s mouth fell open. ‘Your father was a king?’
Amma smiled. ‘And not any old king, either,’ she said proudly. ‘He was the greatest ever to rule these parts.’
The girl still looked disbelieving. ‘What was his name, then, Amma? Go on, tell me.’
‘His name,’ she said, ‘was Krishna Deva Raya, King of Kings.’