SURANGAMA.
Indeed, a banner it is.
SUDARSHANA.
Then he is coming. He has come at last!
SURANGAMA.
Who is coming?
SUDARSHANA.
Our King—who else? How could he live without me? It is a wonder how he could hold out even for these days.
SURANGAMA.
No, no, this cannot be the King.
SUDARSHANA.
“No,” indeed! As if you know everything! Your King is hard, stony, pitiless, isn’t he? Let us see how hard he can be. I knew from the beginning that he would come-that he would have to rush after me. But remember, Surangama, I never for a single moment asked him to come. You will see how I make your King confess his defeat to me! Just go out, Surangama, and let me know everything. [SURANGAMA goes out.] But shall I go if he comes and asks me to return with him? Certainly not! I will not go! Never!
[Enter SURANGAMA]
SURANGAMA.
It is not the King, my Queen.
SUDARSHANA.
Not the King? Are you quite sure? What! he has not come yet?
SURANGAMA.
No, my King never raises so much dust when he comes. Nobody can know when he comes at all.