Then once again doubts assailed her. "Am I a victim of delusion, imagining
good news? Is this a dream that mocks me with the illusion of joy to make my despair
blacker when I am awake? Am I in my right senses? Of course, I am. My thoughts, my words
are all normal. I am sane and sensible. But then he says that he crossed the sea a hundred
yojannaas broad. No, no. This cannot be true. He is Raavana and none else." So she
concluded in her mind and without lifting her eyes to look at Hanumaan sat apart in
silence.
Hanumaan understood her doubts and fears.
They were natural in one who had been deceived by the Raakshasa. He thought for a while
and realised that the only approach to her confidence was to awaken hope and joy in her
sorely tired heart by extolling Raama and harping on the certainty of her rescue and his
victory. |
