"In
Sugreeva's army there are monkeys much mightier than I and they will soon be here,"
he roared. "You and your king and your city will be destroyed by them, root and
branch. Your king has incurred the enmity of the Lord of the Ikshvaaku race, has he not?
Lanka is nearing its end. Destruction awaits the Raakshasas. The God of Death is
approaching Raavana."
Jambumaali arrived at last. With wide, glaring eyes and ugly, irregular teeth dressed in
scarlet, with large golden rings in his ears, bow in hand, garland round his neck, sword
at his hip, he came in a chariot rattling like thunder. Hanumaan set eyes on the
chariot dragged by enormous mules. And he got ready.
Seated in his chariot, Jambumaali bent his bow and aimed a few arrows at Maaruti who was
seated on the wall. They wounded his face and drew blood, which added to the beauty of his
face. It was as if a red lotus had suddenly blossomed in the heavens. The wounds enraged
Hanumaan, who picked up a big boulder and flung it at the chariot. |
