KOSHALA.
With what intention?
GRANDFATHER.
He has summoned you all to come to him.
KANCHI.
Summoned us, indeed? In what terms has he been pleased to summon us?
GRANDFATHER.
You can take his call in any way you like—there is none to prevent you—he is prepared to make all kinds of welcome to suit your various tastes.
VIRAT.
But who are you?
GRANDFATHER.
I am one of his generals.
KANCHI.
Generals? It is a lie! Do you think of frightening us? Do you imagine that I cannot see through your disguise? We all know you well—and you pose as a “general” before us!
GRANDFATHER.
You have recognised me to perfection. Who is so unworthy as I to bear my King’s commands? And yet it is he who has invested me with these robes of a general and sent me here: he has chosen me before greater generals and mightier warriors.
KANCHI.
All right, we shall go to observe the proprieties and amenities on a fitting occasion—but at present we are in the midst of a pressing engagement. He will have to wait till this little function is over.
GRANDFATHER.
When he sends out his call he does not wait.