Whose conquering hand shall punish thee.”

He ceased: and Angad raised a cry;

“This is no herald but a spy.

Above thee from his airy post

His rapid eye surveyed our host,

Where with advantage he might scan

Our gathered strength from rear to van.

Bind him, Vánars, bind the spy,

Nor let him back to Lanká fly.”

They hurled the Rákshas to the ground,