Hence soon depart and Krishna will help thee.” 
  The morrow came, and Chandra sallied forth
  And, as directed by her Brahmin sage,
  Went with a hundred of her armed men,
  All veiled, surprised the foe, who, flushed with hope,
  Unguarded waited but to welcome her: 
  Then safely rescued her lost Timmaraj;
  The fatal jav’lin wrung from Bukka’s hands,
  And himself too a prisoner brought in chains. 
  Then in the spacious palace hall, amidst
  Her faithful men, the noble queen sat veiled
  With Timmaraj, long absent from the throne,
  And spake to Bukka, standing in the front
  With folded hands, in angry words like these: 
  “By treach’ry thrice thou triedst to win, and thrice
  Hast failed, and, when my noble Timmaraj
  Went singly forth to bring the maddened beast,
  Concealed thou didst aim at his life and failed. 
  The hand of God had otherwise decreed. 
  And when upon the bridal seat we sat,
  And all were merry in my father’s home,
  Thou camest with a story, false and base,
  And for our lives we had to flee, and now
  Are strangers here, and when upon thy steed
  Unjustly thou pursuedst us both, it was
  My hand that stayed my husband killing thee,
  Else long ago the worms had eaten thee;
  Thy bones the jackals of the earth had tak’n;
  And nothing left of thee but thine own sins. 
  It was thy charger innocent that paid
  For them the penalty instead.  Once more
  You came, and, like a lawless thief concealed,
  Carried my lord, when helpless and alone,
  And for his freedom vile proposals made,
  And for so many days these troubles wrought
  On me and these my faithful loyal men. 
  Know well, ’tis virtue that is sure to win,
  And truth and justice will prevail at last. 
  This very jav’lin will put thine eyes out;
  But pity for thy present state prompts me
  To let thee now alone—­go safely home,
  And henceforth never even sin in thought.” 
  And like a criminal who, by pity freed,
  At once goes forth worse sins to perpetrate,
  So Bukka, vowing vengeance, left the hall,
  And henceforth love and hate alternate played
  In his dark breast—­hate for this grave insult,
  And by a woman offered, and love too,
  A bestial passion for her wondrous charms;
  And from that selfsame moment various plans
  His head devised her pride to humble and
  Her purity to sully, when alas! 
  The Moslems’ greed of power gave him sure hopes
  At last her Timma’s ruin to complete. 
    Unto the aged king of Vijiapore
  His only warrior’s and his only child’s
  Escape brought many toils and endless woe. 
  That Bukka, with a perjured tale, came on
  The day of marriage was made known to all,
  Soon after they had left their native home. 
  The aged monarch knew not where they lived,
  But sent his faithful servants far and