"When the sin had been sinned, realising its heinousness and the fierce
spiritual energy of her betrayed husband, she warned
Indra of his terrible peril and begged him
to be gone in the instant.
Indra was fleeing in guilty panic; but
unfortunately for him he almost bumped into the rishi who was just returning from his
ablutions, clad in wet garments and radiating spiritual lustre. Pretence was
hopeless before that all-seeing wisdom and Indra bowed in abject supplication, and threw
himself on the mercy of the rishi. The sage looked at him with wrath and loathing and
'Lustful beast as you are, dead to all
truth and righteousness, may your manhood fall away from you.'