King. What?
Chaplain. When Kanva's pupils had departed,
She tossed her arms, bemoaned her plight,
Accused her crushing fate—--
King. What then?
Chaplain.
Before our eyes a heavenly light
In woman's form, but shining bright,
Seized her and vanished straight.
(All betray astonishment.)
King. My teacher, we have already settled the matter. Why speculate in vain? Let us seek repose. Chaplain. Victory to your Majesty. (Exit.)
King. Vetravati, I am bewildered. Conduct me to my apartment.
Portress. Follow me, your Majesty.