This is the reason, I suppose, that a sensation of calm repose pervades all my senses.
[Looking down at the wheels.]
Ah! Mátali, we are descending towards the earth's atmosphere.
MÁTALI.
What makes you think so?
KING.
The car itself instructs me; we are moving
O'er pregnant clouds, surcharged with rain; below us
I see the moisture-loving Chátakas[112]
In sportive flight dart through the spokes; the steeds
Of Indra glisten with the lightning's flash;
And a thick mist bedews the circling wheels.
MÁTALI.
You are right; in a little while the chariot will touch the ground, and you will be in your own dominions.
KING. [Looking down.