The simple and ingenuous Rishyasringa replied: "A brahmacharin of
wonderful form was here. I cannot describe his brightness and beauty or the sweetness of
his voice. My inner being has been filled with indescribable happiness and affection by
listening to his voice and looking at his eyes.
When he embraced me-which it seems is his customary greeting I
experienced a joy which I have never felt before-no, not even when eating the sweetest
fruits," and then he described to his father the form, beauty and the doings of his
Rishyasringa added wistfully: "My body seems to burn with desire
for the company of that brahmacharin and I should like to go and find him and bring him
here somehow. How can I give you any idea about his devotion and brightness? My heart
pants to see him."
When Rishyasringa had thus brokenly expressed yearnings and
disturbances to which he had hitherto been a stranger, Vibhandaka knew what had occurred.
He said: 'Child, this was no brahmacharin that you saw, but a malignant demon who sought,
as demons do, to beguile us and hinder our penances and austerities.