FULL of hope, Hanumaan alighted and set foot in Lanka. But soon the flush of
triumph at the accomplishment of the journey gave place to sober thinking.
"True I have crossed the sea, but that
is only the beginning of my mission. There, on mount Trikoota, stands Raavana's
magnificent city, as if suspended in the sky. How beautiful, how wealthy, how well secured
it is! The city and the fortress are not inferior to Amaraavati or Bhagavati. The lovely
groves, the elegant buildings, the engines of defence, deep moats, these fill me with much
admiration but also with greater concern.
"Who can attack and vanquish this
Raavana? How can an army cross the sea which I have just crossed? Even if it crosses the
sea and reaches this shore, how can it attack and bring down this fortress defended by
bulwarks manned by well-armed warriors! Neither guile nor force can bring it down.