In the evening, as if ashamed of his behavior, his face became redder and redder, and only then could Uttara look modestly into his eye.
Soma courted her more gently but with more subtlety and his pure and tormented features full of sighs would make Uttara sometimes grow pensive and absorbed. When she chastely lowered her eyes he reflected and scintillated on the silent lagoons or on the sea all his unappeased and trembling desires. But when Soma became too insinuating the jealous Indra called forth the Maruts and the Apas, thus forcing Soma to peep from behind the riding Maruts agitated and disturbed.
Indra had the preponderance over his rivals because of his presence in day time and at night time. In the morning he appeared cold and pale with jealousy, only at evenings was he supreme, absorbing all the splendor cast by the departing Surya. At night he reflected all his darker moods as he felt that Soma even if a smaller was a more dangerous rival than the blustering Surya; only when Soma was absent did Indra dot his dark blue dress with countless scintillating gems and over his shoulder threw his gauzy scarf, the Milky Way.
Uttara, like a true woman, did not show partiality toward any of her admirers, nor accede to their courtship and the three Immortals were as much at sea as if they had been common, every-day mortals.
Indrani, Indra’s wife was the last to be informed of his unfaithfulness and she decided to see for herself what the woman who dared to compete with her in her husband’s affection, looked like.
She saw Uttara and did not wonder at Indra’s infatuation, but resolved to end this royal game of hide and seek. Ere Uttara had had time to breathe again she had been transformed into water in the sacrificial cup which her father was to use the following day in performing the sacred rites.