Some had pendant stomachs and some had camel's lips. Some were hunch-backs. Some
were dwarfs and some tall like palmyrah trees. Swine-face, tiger-face, buffalo-face,
goat-face-all were to be seen. These unsightly creatures were holding spears and other
weapons in their hands.
And in their midst, the pale-faced princess
sat trembling, befriended only by her virtue, like an unsupported beautiful creeper fallen
on the ground.
It was still dark and not yet dawn. Raavana
was roused from his slumber by the chanting of the Vedas and the morning songs of the
court bards. The moment he awoke, he thought of Seeta and started towards the park where
she was kept. |