She embraced him again, saying that that was their way of salutation to
honoured guests. He thought it a very agreeable way.
Shortly after, fearing the return of the sage Vibhandaka, the courtesan
took her leave of Rishyasringa saying it was time for her to perform the agnihotra
sacrifice and gently slipped out of the hermitage.
When Vibhandaka returned to the hermi- tage, he was shocked to see the
place so untidy with sweet meats scattered all over, for the hermitage had not been
cleansed. The shrubs and creepers looked draggled and untidy.
His son's face bad not its usual lustre but seemed clouded and
disturbed as by a storm of passion. The usual simple duties of the hermitage had been
Vibhandaka was troubled and asked his son: "Dear boy, why have you
not yet gathered the sacred firewood? Who has broken these nice plants and shrubs? Has the
cow been milked? Has anyone been here to serve you? Who gave you this strange garland? Why
do you appear worried?"