heart. Hearing her speak in that strain, and
beholding her (distressed), that royal sage of rigid
., the high-souled Hotravahana,
was filled with pity. Then, O lord, that maternal
grandsire of her rose up with trembling frame and causing
that maiden to sit on his lap, began to comfort her.
He then acquired of her in details about that distress
of hers from its beginning. And she, thereupon,
represented to him minutely all that had happened.
Hearing all she said, the royal sage was filled with
pity and grief. And that great sage settled in
mind what she would do. Trembling from agitation
he addressed the afflicted maiden sunk in woe, saying,
’Do not go back to thy father’s abode,
O blessed lady! I am the father of thy mother.
I will dispel thy grief. Rely on me, O daughter!
Great, indeed, must thy affliction he when thou art
so emaciated! At my advice, go unto the ascetic
Rama, the son of Jamadagni. Rama will dispel this
great affliction and grief of thine. He will
slay Bhishma in battle if the latter obeyeth not his
behest. Go, therefore, unto that foremost one
of Bhrigu’s race who resembleth the Yuga-fire
itself in energy! That great ascetic will place
thee once more on the right track!’ Hearing this,
that maiden, shedding tears all the while, saluted
her maternal grandsire, Hotravahana, with a bend of
her head and addressed him, saying, ’Go I will
at thy command! But shall I succeed in obtaining
a sight of that reverend sire celebrated over the
world? How will he dispel this poignant grief
of mine? And how shall I go to that descendant
of Bhrigu? I desire to know all this.’
“Hotravahana said, ’O blessed maiden,
thou wilt behold Jamadagni’s son, Rama, who
is devoted to truth and endued with great might and
engaged in austere penances in the great forest.
Rama always dwelleth in that foremost of the mountains
called Mahendra. Many Rishis, learned in the
Vedas, and many Gandharvas and Apsaras also dwell there.
Go, blessed be thou, and tell him these words of mine,
having saluted with thy bent head that sage of rigid
vows and great ascetic merit. Tell him also, O
blessed girl, all that thou seekest. If thou
namest me, Rama will do everything for thee, for Rama,
the heroic son of Jamadagni, that foremost of all
bearers of arms, is a friend of mine highly pleased
with me, and always wisheth me well!’ And while
king Hotravahana, was saying all this unto that maiden,
thither appeared Akritavrana, a dear companion of Rama.
And on his advent those Munis by hundreds, and the
Srinjaya king Hotravahana, old in years, all stood
up. And those denizens of the forest, uniting
with one another, did him all the rites of hospitality.
And they all took their seats surrounding him.
And filled, O monarch, with gratification and joy,
they then started various delightful, laudable, and
charming subjects of discourse. And after their
discourse was over, that royal sage, the high-souled
Hotravahana enquired of Akritavrana about Rama that