SURANGAMA.
I do not know where I should go to get any news of him. I have asked Grandfather to come; perhaps when he comes we shall hear something from him.
SUDARSHANA.
Alack, my evil fate! I have been reduced to asking others to hear about my own King!
[Enter GRANDFATHER]
SUDARSHANA.
I have heard that you are my King’s friend, so accept my obeisance and give me your blessings.
GRANDFATHER.
What are you doing, Queen? I never accept anybody’s obeisance. My relation with every one is only that of comradeship.
SUDARSHANA.
Smile on me, then—give me good news. Tell me when the King is coming to take me back.
GRANDFATHER.
You ask me a hard question, indeed! I hardly understand yet the ways of my friend. The battle is over, but no one can tell where he is gone.
SUDARSHANA.
Is he gone away, then?
GRANDFATHER.
I cannot find any trace of him here.
SUDARSHANA.
Has he gone? And do you call such a person your friend?