But the Raakshasas wanted not peace, but war. And the battle began. It did not
take long for Raama's arrows to annihilate the Raakshasa generals.
Once again, lamenting loudly, Soorpanakha
went to Khara. The destruction of the powerful detachment he had sent was in
conceivable-lie could not believe it. He sought to soothe his disturbed sister with soft
words.
"I have sent warriors unconquerable,
each one like Yama. They must have by now fulfilled their mission. Why do you weep'? Why
need you bewail while I am here?"
Soorpanakha rose, and wiping the tears from
her eyes, said: "True, you sent your fourteen warriors with me. But the four teen now
lie stiff and cold in death, slain by Raama, whose skill with weapons baffles description.
If you have a spark of pride in you, start at once, fight with Raama and save the
Raakshasa race. |
