Raavana had no patience with such talk. "Your words are wormwood in my
ear," he cried. "It looks as though you too have joined my enemies. Are not
human beings well known to be weaklings? Why are you afraid of this wretched man driven
into the forest by his father? And he relies on the support of monkeys and bears! Of such
a man you are afraid.
Really I am ashamed of you. Or could it be
that you cannot bear to see me happy? Why do you talk like this to me? I cannot bend
before Raama. If it is wrong policy or wrong ethics, I cannot help it. You may take it
that it is part of my nature and I cannot change it. I would far rather die fighting than
sue before Raama for peace!"
Maalyavaan replied: "Consider well and
do what you think best." And he returned home, uttering the usual benedictory words:
"Victory to the King! Victory to Raavana!"
The old man was Raavana's grandfather.
Raavana carefully stationed his warriors.
He posted Prahasta at the eastern entrance, Mahaapaarsva and Mahodara at the southern
entrance and Indrajit, his illustrious son, accomplished in the arts of secret magic, at
the western entrance, while he decided himself to guard the northern entrance.
Viroopaaksha, the mighty, was appointed commander of the army within the city. |