Avunthie, a wooded hill-side overlooking the plain.
Gopalaca in a chariot with Vuthsa; armed men surround them.
Arrest our wheels. Those are our army’s lights
That climb to us like fireflies from the plain.
VUTHSA awakened from sleep
Is this Avunthie?
We have passed her bounds.
So, thou dear traitor, this thou from the first
This and more for which it was done.
Thou hearst me to thy father’s house?
Shalt lie a jewel guarded carefully
Close to the dearest treasures of our house,
Nor all Yougundharayan’s wiles prevail
To take thee from our guard.
I must be cooped,
It seems, and guarded in a golden cage,
As I was watched o’er in Cowsambie once.
So all men think to do their will with me.
But now I warn you all that I will have
My freedom and will do my own dear will
By fraud or violence greater than your own.
Thou never! If thou hadst thy bow indeed!
Thou hadst me for the taking. I will break out
Thou shalt find the evasion hard,
Such keepers shall enring thy steps.
But I will,
And carry with me something costlier far
Than what thou stealest from Cowsambie’s realm.
For I will have revenge.
No wealth we have
More precious than the thing I seize today.
Therefore thy boast is vain.
That I will see.
Was’t not thy brother rode behind our car?
He passes now; call him
Come near, embrace me, brother of Gopalaca
Loved for his sake, now for thy own desired
Since I beheld thee, son of Mahasegn.
Vuthsa Udayan, in the battle’s front
I had hoped to meet thee and compel thy praise
As half thy equal in the fight. But this
Is nearer, this is better.
Thou art fair to see.
Thy father has two noble sons. Are there
No others of your great upspringing stock?
Only a sister.
The world has heard of her.
Thou shalt behold.
Oh, then, it is all gain
That awaits me in Avunthie. O the night
With all her glorious starts and from the trees
Millions of shrill cigalas peals one note,
A thunderous melody! Shall we be soon
In the golden city? But it will be night
And I shall hardly see her famous fanes.
Dawn will have passed overtaking in her skies
Our chariots long before Ujjayinie’s seen.
The vanguard nears; make haste to join with them.
Roomunwath’s cohorts should tread close behind.
They will not come. My fate must ride with me
Unhindered to Ujjayinie.
Spur towards my father swift-hooved messengers
To cry aloud to him the prize we bring.
Shiva has smiled on us.
Vishnu on me.
Vicurna, mount by us and talk to me.