PENUGONDA - COURT HALL ANNAMACHARYA  

The king felt humiliated and could not stomach such an insult by an ordinary mortal, knowing nothing except singing and moreover owning nothing except tambura and chirutalu, the indispensable accessories for singing. Above all, in the open court, moreso when he requested twice. Forthwith he bade his officials to handcuff and throw him into prison. Power knows no reason, nor arrogance any decency and decorum. Royal rage is always headless and haughty, which no doubt rebounds invariably. Sooner or later. 

Poor king did not know this universal truth, nor estimated properly the soul force of god-men. Even before leaving the durbar hall, the servants rushing towards told him that the chains bound to Acharya's hands snapped themselves automatically and fell down crackling. The king was stunned and looked blank-stood for a moment motionless. Recovering, he said, "Let me see how he will be freed, and who could come to rescue. I will not let him off without due punishment for defiance of my order".

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