Part 1-A New Floods Chapter 20 Their Greatest Enemy || "Ponniyin Selvan" of Kalki Krishnamurthy Tamil Historic Novel about the Great King Raja Raja Cholan

 CHAPTER 20 Their Greatest Enemy

                Azhwarkadiyan thanked the owl silently, in his heart, for its timely help as the conspirators had mistaken the sounds they had heard for the flapping of the owl's wings. “Ada! Let's kill this owl that frightened us!” shouted one of them.

           “No! Save your swords for more important tasks. Keep them sharp enough to completely destroy our enemies. Owls are our friends, not our enemies. We’re usually awake when everyone else is asleep, and the Owls keep us company,” said Ravidasan.

         While Ravidasan spoke, Thirumalai crept step by step to a huge maruda tree, over a hundred years old, whose roots had spread in all directions and found a hiding place at the base of the tree, in a hollow formed by the roots.

        “As long as there is money in the Thanjavur treasury, we won’t be short of resources. We must have the strength of mind to accomplish our task and also to keep our secret till the job is done.”

“We’ll divide ourselves into two groups. One group must proceed immediately to Lanka and the other to Thondai Mandalam, to wait for a suitable opportunity. Both jobs must be accomplished at the same time. If there is a lapse between killing one enemy and the other, the one who is still alive will be alerted. We must not allow that to happen. Do you understand? Which of you is ready to go to Lanka?” asked Ravidasan.

A number of voices clamoured at the same time, “I’ll go! I Will!”

“We’ll decide that when we meet next in the Pandya country. We’ve still some arrangements to make.”

“Which is the best route to Eezham?” asked one.

“We could go through Kodikkarai. It’s a quick way to cross the sea. But the route to Kodikkarai is difficult, it’s crawling with spies and enemies. So it’s better to go to Sethu, cross the sea there and go ashore at Mathottam. Those who are going to Lanka must be able to row and handle catamarans. They must also be able to swim in the sea. Which of you can do so?”

“I can! I can!” rose a chorus of voices.

“We must first meet king Mahindan of Lanka and talk to him. We’ll act after that. Therefore, at least one of you going to Eezham should know Singhalese. Ah! Our Soman Sambhavan has not yet arrived. Has anyone seen him?”

“Here I am,” said a voice nearby.

Azhwarkadiyan wedged himself closer against the tree. “Adada! This wretched body of mine has grown so fat and become a nuisance!”

Two newcomers joined the group.

Azhwarkadiyan peered out from his hiding place. They were the two he had seen at the Kollidam, under the peepal tree.

Ravidasan called out to them, “Come along! Come. I was worried you wouldn’t come and afraid that some danger had befallen you. Where are you coming from and how did you get here?”

“We came along the banks of the Kollidam. On the way we were surrounded by a pack of jackals. It took us some time to shake them off.” replied Soman Sambhavan.

“I can understand being afraid of lions and tigers. How can you accomplish anything if you’re scared of jackals?” asked one of those present.

“Don’t say that, appane. The jackal is more dangerous than the lion or the tiger. Lions and tigers attack singly and one can fight them. But jackals hunt in packs and are deadlier. It was because the Chozha jackals attacked him in huge packs that our incomparable king lost his life and kingdom. How else could it have happened?”

“We'll get rid of that pack of jackals, destroy their very roots,” shouted Soman Sambhavan.

“Here are the tools we'll use,” said Ravidasan, pointing to a heap of gold coins.

Soman Sambhavan picked up a few of them and exclaimed, “Ah! The tiger on one side! And the palmyra on the other.”

“The Chozhan's gold. The Pazhuvettarayan’s insignia. I’ve done what I promised. What's your news? Idumbankari must have brought some news.”

“Yes, he has. Listen, he'll tell you himself.” Idumbankari began: “I’ve been working as a servant in Sambuvaraiyar’s palace, as you instructed. Yesterday, I had my reward. There was a big feast in the palace. Periya Pazhuvettarayar, Vanangamudi Munayarayar, Mazhapadi Mazhavarayar were among those who attended. There were kuravai koothu and velanattam performances. The devaralan who danced the velanattam became possessed and he made predictions that match our aims. Pazhuvettarayar told the gathering that the Emperor was very sick and would not live long. All of them decided that it was Madurantaka Thevar who should succeed him and not Aditha Karikalar. There were some who wanted to know whether Maduranthakar would agree. Pazhuvettarayar said, ‘I’ll ask him directly, and drew aside the curtain of the palanquin. Everyone had thought it was the Pazhuvettarayar's young queen who had accompanied him in the palanquin. But it was Maduranthakar who came out! He said he would accept the crown.”

“So they’re going to crown that brave man who dresses up as a woman, then? Let them! It's all happening as we expected.

 

Confusion like this in the Chozha country will suit our purpose admirably. Whatever happens, no one will suspect us.

Idumbankari! You’ve brought us important news. But how did you have occasion to find out all this?”

“They asked me to keep watch and see that no one disturbed the midnight assembly. I used my eyes and ears while I kept watch.”

“Did you find out anything else?”

“Yes, I saw a stranger seated on top of the walls of the fort taking in everything that happened.”

“Aha! Who was that?”

“A Vaishnavite with a tuft lying over his forehead.”

“Aha! I thought as much. What did you do? Didn’t you catch him and hand him over to Sambuvaraiyar?”

“No, I thought he might be one of us. I thought you might have sent him.”

“You’ve made a really serious mistake. He’s not one of us. He’s short and dark, a quarrelsome fellow. His name is Thirumalayappan. He also calls himself Azhwarkadiyan.”

“That’s him. I realized this afternoon that he’s not one of us.” “How did you find out?”

“One of Kandan Maran’s childhood friends came to the palace last night. I found out that he had no connection with the Pazhuvettarayar crowd. He slept soundly in a corner all night. This morning, the young master went along the Kollidam with his friend to see him off. I kept catching his eye until he asked me to go with them. When they reached the north bank, the master turned back. He asked me to cross the river with the youngster, and procure a horse for him before I returned. 


I told him I would visit my aunt at Kudandhai and then go back, so that he would not suspect me.”

“All right. How did you find about the Veera Vaishnavite?”

“At Kollidam the Veera Vaishnavite got into the boat as I was about to leave. The angry words he exchanged with Kandan Maran's friend roused my suspicions. However, it seemed as if he were waiting for me when I returned. I showed him our secret signal, but he didn’t seem to understand it. I realized then that he was not one of us.”

“That was wrong of you. You should never show strangers our secret signal. Friends! Listen! We have work to do in Kanchipuram as well as in Lanka. We have sworn enemies in both places. But our greatest enemy, one more dangerous than these two, is Thirumalai, who calls himself Azhwarkadiyan. He is capable of destroying us and our cause completely. He's been trying to abduct Devi, our incomparable leader. The next person who meets him, no matter where it is or under what circumstances, must stab him in the chest with any weapon he has at hand and kill him. If you don’t have a weapon, strangle him, or trick him into consuming poison, or push him into a place where a crocodile can eat him up. Or persuade him to come with you to the top of a hill and push him down. Kill him without compunction as you would kill a scorpion, or a snake or a centipede. As long as he's alive, he’ll be a stumbling block to us.”

“Ravidasar! He must be someone extraordinary for you to be so emphatic. Who is he?”

“Who is he? He's an accomplished spy.” “Whose spy is he?”

“For a long time I wasn’t sure. I thought he might be Sundara Chozhar’s spy, or Aditha Karikalan's. Now I know he isn't. I suspect he's that wicked Pazhayarai woman’s spy — the Periya Piratti’s.”

“Aha! Is that so? Why would Sembiyanmadevi, who is a great devotee of Siva, and who spends her time renovating temples, need a spy?”

“It’s all an act. The Rani's devotion is as much a pretence as the Veera Vaishnavite's. Isn’t that she-devil her son's greatest enemy? Even her brother Mazhavarayan has fought with her and joined the Pazhuvettarayars.”

“Ravidasar! Are there other spies like this tufted Vaishnavite?” “There’s a josier in Kudandhai. I have my doubts about him.

He gets information from his visitors while he pretends to read their horoscopes. None of you should go to see him. He's sure to deceive you.”

“Do you think he's a spy?”

“I’m not sure. He may be a spy of the pretender to the phone who is now in Lanka. I’m not really worried about him. He can’t do us any harm. It’s the Vaishnavite I’m worried about. You mustn't show him any mercy, you must kill him as you would a scorpion or a snake.”

Hiding behind the marudu tree and listening to all this, Azhwarkadiyan began to tremble. He broke into a sweat. He doubted whether he would leave the place alive.

To add to this, he wanted to sneeze. Try as he did, he couldn’t control himself. Stuffing his mouth with a cloth, he sneezed, “Achchoo.”

The breeze had dropped by the time and the trees no longer rustled. So the conspirators heard the muffled sneeze.

 “I heard a sound behind that tree! Take a torch and look,” ordered Ravidasan.

Someone went up to the tree with a torch. As he went nearer the light grew brighter.

“He’ll turn now and the light will fall on my face. What then? It will be a miracle if I survive.” Thirumalayappan's heart started beating faster. He looked around for a way of escape. There was none. He looked up and saw a huge bat, hanging head down from a branch as though performing penance. An idea came to him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the bat. When the man with the torch came nearer, he aimed the bat at his face. The torch fell from the man’s hand and he stammered, “What is this?” He heard the sound of running footsteps. Azhwarkadiyan took to his heels, slipped into the dense forest and disappeared.

A number of voices shouted, “What’s that? What's that?” The man who had been struck by the bat began to tell his story.

Thirumalaiappan could hear him until he had covered a short distance.



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Part 1-A New Floods Chapter 19 The Bloody Battlefield || "Ponniyin Selvan" of Kalki Krishnamurthy Tamil Historic Novel about the Great King Raja Raja Cholan

 CHAPTER 19 The Bloody Battlefield.

It was a custom in ancient Tamilnadu to install a stone in memory of someone who died a warrior’s death on the battlefield, and build a temple there. If only a stone marked the place, it was called a nadukarkoil. If a deity was installed and a temple built around it, it was known as a pallipadai, a cenotaph.

There was a pallipadai of this kind near the village of Thirupurambayam, half a kadham to the northwest of Kudandhai, on the northern bank of the Manni. It had been built in memory of the Ganga King, Prithvipathi, who died in one of the big battles fought there. Students of history know that the battles of Waterloo, Panipat and Plassey changed the course of history. As far as Tamilnadu is concerned the Battle of Thirupurambayam was a major historical event of this kind. It happened about a hundred years before this story begins and it is imperative that all the Tamil people know the story connected with it.

About five or six hundred years after the glorious reigns of Karikal Valavan, Perunarkilli, Ilanchetchenni and Thodithotchembiyan, the glory of the Chozha empire was completely eclipsed. The Pandyas from the south and the Pallavas from the north, who had both gained considerable strength, closed in on the Chozhas. Finally the Chozha clan, unable to cope with the troublesome Pandyas, had to abandon their capital, Uraiyur. They moved to Pazhayarai, near Kudandhai. However they did not let go their claim to their original capital, nor did they relinquish their title, “Kozhi Vendar, Kozhi being another name for Uraiyur.

Vijayalayar, one of the Chozha kings of Pazhayarai, achieved unequalled fame as a warrior. He was in the forefront of many battles and bore ninety-six wounds on his body.

The mighty victor

 The proud bearer Of ninety scars And a few more and

The proud master

Of body bejewelled With scars

Six and ninety

Court poets of later days honoured him thus in prose and poetry.

His son, Aditha Chozhar, comparable to his father in valour, was an equally great warrior.

When he grew old, Vijayalaya Chozhar abdicated the throne in favour of his son. The war between the Pandyas and the Pallavas was at its height at that time and there were continuous battles. Varagunavarman was the Pandyan king and Aparajitha Varman the Pallava king. Most of the battles between these two kings were fought on Chozha territory. The Chozha kingdom and its people suffered, caught as they were like a chicken between two warring elephants. Vijayalaya Chozhan, however, used these battles to his own advantage.

With his small army, he fought on one side or the other. Although he alternated between defeat and victory, his army continued to be in fine fettle.

We know of the many tributaries of the Kaveri which make the Chozha country prosperous. All of them branch off from the Kaveri at its southern end. Only one river flows between the Kaveri and the Kollidam: the Manni.

 It was on the northern bank of the Manni, near the village of Thirupurambayam that the final trial of strength between the Pandyas and Pallavas took place. Both sides were more or less evenly matched. Prithvipathi, the Ganga king, came to the aid of Pallava Aparajithavarman and so did Aditha Chozhar. Compared to the Pandya and Pallava forces, the Chozha army was very small.

Adithar knew that if the Pandyas won this time, the Chozha dynasty would be totally annihilated. So he let his small army merge with the huge Pallava army, like the Kaveri merges with the sea.

The battlefield extended over a huge area. All four branches of the army, its infantry, cavalry, elephants and chariots engaged in warfare. When the elephants attacked one another, it was like the clashing of mountains, horses rushed at each other like storms and the swords in the hands of the warriors on horseback flashed like lightning. Chariots shattered into a thousand pieces and scattered in all directions. The fearful sound of swords and lances clanging against each other could be heard everywhere.

After three days of continuous fighting, the battlefield looked like a sea of blood. The carcasses of elephants and horses were piled in heaps. Broken pieces from the chariots were scattered around like wreckage from a ship. Tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides lay dead.

Only a small portion of the Pallava forces survived the three days of terrible fighting. These survivors were exhausted. The brave Maravas of the Pandya army attacked them tirelessly, as though granted the boon of never becoming fatigued. A council of war was held in Aparajithar’s tent. Prithvipathi, Adithan and the army commanders came to a unanimous decision that they would not fight any longer and would retreat to the northern bank of the Kollidam.

At this juncture a miracle happened on the battlefield. The old and feeble Vijayalaya Chozhan, with his ninety-six battle scars, a man who could hardly stand, so grievously had his body been wounded, appeared on the battlefield. Realizing that if the Pallavas retreated to the north of the Kollidam, the Chozha dynasty would cease to be a presence for a long time to come, the old lion gave a roar which infused a fresh lease of life into the survivors.

“An elephant! Give me an elephant!” he cried.

They said, “All our elephants are dead. Not one survived.” “A horse then! At least a horse,” he pleaded.

“There's not a single living horse left.”

“Are there at least two brave Chozha warriors left alive? Please come forward.” Two hundred stepped forward instead of two.

“Two of you with strong shoulders and brave hearts, carry me on your shoulders. The others can follow in pairs. If the two that carry me fall, the next pair must take their place.”

Two Bhimasena-like men came forward and helped him up.

“Go! Go to the battlefield!” roared Vijayalayar.

A skirmish was in progress in a corner of the battlefield. The southern Pandya Maravars were attacking the Pallavas and forcing them to retreat. Vijayalayan entered the fray seated on the shoulders of his men. Gripping two huge swords in both hands, he swirled them like Thirumal's Chakrayudham and made his way through the enemy forces. No one could stop him. As he advanced, enemy corpses piled up on either side of him.

Many people who had retreated came forward to watch this miracle. At first, they stood amazed at Vijayalayan's superhuman valour. Then they encouraged each other to enter the fray.

And so the benevolent eye of Jayalakshmi, the Goddess of Victory, turned in their direction. The Pallava commanders gave up the idea of retreat.

The three kings regrouped their hand-picked troops and charged into battle. After some time the Pandyas began to retreat and stopped only when they reached the borders of the Pandya kingdom.

However, the Ganga king, Prithvipathi, performed many deeds of valour on the battlefield that day before he left his earthly body and attained a brave warrior’s death.

A plaque was erected to commemorate him, and after some time, a pallipadai was built around it.

The scene of this terrible battle lay for a long time like a wasteland, empty of vegetation. No one went near it. In course of time the pallipadai was overrun by a dense jungle. Foxes made their homes in the bushes, owls and other nocturnal birds lived in the dark hollows of its trees. As days went by, people stopped visiting the pallipadai. The temple began to crumble and was in ruins at the time of our story.

It is to this ruined temple that Azhwarkadiyan came at around sunset. The gargoyles at the borders of the mandapam tried to frighten him. But the brave Vaishnavite was not easily frightened, was he? He clambered on top of the mandapam and hid on the branch of a tree that covered it. He could keep watch from there in all four directions. His eyes had the capacity to pierce the darkness. And his ears were sharp enough to detect the faintest sound.

One, two, three nazhigais passed after darkness fell and nothing happened. The darkness was so oppressive, he began to gasp for breath. Now and then there were sounds: a civet cat climbed the tree, or an owl hooted, or a bird, frightened by the civet cat, fluttered its wings and flew to the top of the tree. Suddenly, the jackals started to howl.

Stars twinkled in the small portion of the sky visible through the gaps in the branches, looking down at him. In the desolation of that forest, it seemed as if they were courting his friendship.

Azhwarkadiyan said softly to them: “Stars! It looks as if you’re winking amused at the idiocy of the people on this earth. You have every reason to laugh. You saw the battle that happened a hundred years ago, and the blood that flooded the ground a long time afterwards. You wonder why there should be so much enmity among human beings, so much carnage and bloodshed. And why this should be known as heroism!”

“Even after a man has been dead a hundred years, people continue to hate him. This is an enemy's pallipadai where people gather to torture the living in the name of the dead. Stars in the sky! Why wouldn't you laugh! Laugh!”

 

Oh God! Had coming here been a futile exercise? Would he have to spend the whole night like this? Wouldn’t they turn up, the people he expected? Did I hear wrong, he wondered? Did I not take note of everything properly? Or have they changed their minds and gone elsewhere, the ones who made the sign of the fish? What a disappointment! If I’m cheated today, I’ll never forgive myself! Aha! I see a faint light. What is it? It’s gone. There it is again. It’s someone waving a torch. No, there are two of them. The wait had been worthwhile after all.

The two people who had come went a short distance beyond the pallipadai until they reached a clearing in the midst of the thick jungle. One of them sat down. The one with the torch looked around. It was certain he was expecting someone else. Soon, two more people arrived. They must have come here before, otherwise how could they have found their way through the jungle at night?

All four of them began to talk to one another. Azhwarkadiyan could not hear a thing. All this trouble for nothing! He had not even recognised the men.

Two more men arrived. All of them talked to one another. One of the two who had arrived last opened a bag and poured out its contents. Gold coins glistened in the glow of the torch.

Laughing like a maniac, the man who had emptied the bag said, “Friends! We’ll destroy the Chozha dynasty with money from the Chozha treasury. Won’t that be ironic?” He laughed again gleefully.

“Ravidasar! Not so loud. Speak softly.”

“Aha! What does it matter if I talk loudly here? Only jackals, Owls, civet cats and other animals will hear me. Luckily, they can’t talk to anybody.”

“Even so it’s better to talk softly, isn’t it?”

They began to converse in soft voices. Azhwarkadiyan thought it was a waste to sit on the mandapam since he could not hear what they were saying. He would have to climb down and sit closer to the gathering, to overhear what they said. He had to be prepared to face any danger that would result. He therefore started to climb down. The leaves rustled loudly.

Two of the men jumped up and shouted, “Who’s that?”

Azhwarkadiyan's heart missed a beat. He had no alternative but to try and escape, even if he made a noise and they caught him.

Just then, an owl lifted its beak and hooted, “Whoo! Whoo!”


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Part 1-A New Floods Chapter 18 Idumbankari || "Ponniyin Selvan" of Kalki Krishnamurthy Tamil Historic Novel about the Great King Raja Raja Cholan

 CHAPTER 18 Idumbankari 

Let us now turn our attention to Azhwarkadiyan Nambi, also known as Thirumalaiappar, whom we left near the wharf on the Kollidam. Gazing in the direction in which Vandiyathevan had set off on horseback to Thanjavur, he muttered to himself, “He’s a smart boy, he has a trick up his sleeve for every trick I have. I’ve not been able to find out whose man he is, or where he’s going. I’m not even sure he took part in the meeting the conspirators held at the Kadambur palace yesterday. Anyway, I’ve told him about the Kudandhai josier. Let's see if he's able to find out something.”

“What's this? Are you talking to yourself, sami, or to the pepal tree?” Azhwarkadiyan turned and saw the servant from Kadambur who had fetched a horse for Vandiyathevan.

“Appane! Did you ask me something? I was not talking either to myself, or to the tree. There’s a vedalam, a ghoul, who lives in the branches of the tree. I was having a chat with it.” said Thirumalai.

“Oho! Is that so? Is it a Saivite vedalam or a Vaishnavite One?”

“That’s what I was trying to find out when you interrupted. It's disappeared now. Doesn’t matter. What’s your name appane?”

“Why do you want to know, swami?”

“You prevented the boat from capsizing in the middle of the Kollidam and saved us! Don't you think I should remember the worthy soul who did that for me?”

Weighing his words, the man replied, “My name... my name....

is Idumbankari.”

“Oh! Idumbankari! I remember hearing that name.

 

Idumbankari then did something very strange. He spread his fingers, placed one palm on the back of the other hand and moved his thumbs, looking at Thirumalai all this while.

“Appane! What does this sign mean? I don’t understand,” said Thirumalaiappar. Idumbankari’s dark face grew even darker.

He knitted his eyebrows. “Me? I made no sign.”

“You did, you did. I saw it. There’s a hastham in Bharathanatyam indicating the first avataram of Vishnu. That’s what you showed me.”

“What do you mean by Vishnu's first avataram? I don’t know what it is, swami.”

“You don’t know Vishnu’s first avataram? The matsyavataram?”

“You mean, a fish?” “Yes appane, yes.”

“Well, well sami... your eyesight appears to be peculiar. You

See a ghoul on a tree and a fish in my empty hand. Maybe the sami has developed a taste for fish, is that it?”

“Che! Don’t say such things, appane. It doesn’t matter. There was a Veerasaivite with us in the boat, did you see which way he went?”

“Of course I did. Cursing you roundly he went in the same direction that I took when I went to buy the horse.”

“How did he curse me?”

“If he ever met you again, he said he would cut off your tuft and tonsure you...”

 

“Oho! So he's an expert at that as well!” “He’ll erase the namas on your body and smear vibhuthi all Over it.”

“Then I must definitely see him. Do you know where he's from?”

“He said himself that he was from Pullirukkum Velur.”

“I must see him then before I do anything else. Where are you going? Perhaps you’re travelling in the same direction.”

“No, no. Why should I? I must cross the Kollidam and go back to Kadambur or my master will have my eyes plucked out.”

“Then go back at once. The boat is about to leave.”

Idumbankari turned around. He realised that Azhwarkadiyan was right, the boat was about to depart.

He said, “Right, sami! I’m going,” and hurried to the wharf.

Halfway there, he turned back. But before he did so, Azhwarkadiyan did something strange. He quickly climbed the peepul tree and hid in its dense foliage. Idumbankari did not see him do this.

Idumbankari reached the wharf. One of the boatmen asked, “Are you coming?”

Idumbankari replied, “No, I’ll come on the next boat. You can go.”

“Ada, so that's it? You were rushing towards the boat, so I waited for you.” The boatman rowed away.

By this time Thirumalai, well-ensconced among the thick branches, began to talk to the vedalam. “It’s just as I thought. He didn’t go in the boat, so he's sure to return. When he comes back, I’ll have to find out which way he’s going. I distinctly saw his hand making the sign of the fish. Ah! Fish!

 

Fish! What does it signify? Isn’t it the emblem on the Pandyan flag? Perhaps! Aha! Could it be? Let's wait and see. The patient will rule the earth. The impatient can rule only the forest. Let’s be patient even though it seems better these days to rule a forest than to rule the earth. Anyway, let me wait patiently and watch.

Soon, what he had expected happened. The boat left. Idumbankari looked carefully at the peepul tree and then all around him. He made sure that Azhwarkadiyan was nowhere in sight, then went up to the peepul tree, looked cautiously around, and sat down beneath it. He continued to look all around him as if he was expecting someone. But he did not look upwards at all. Even if he did, he would not have spotted Thirumalai who had concealed himself very well.

About a nazhigai passed. Thirumalai's legs began to grow numb. He felt that he could not stay on the tree any longer. But there was no way he could make Idumbankari budge.

How could he escape? Even if he climbed down the tree on the other side, Idumbankari was sure to spot him. He had a sharp dagger tucked into his waist. How could he be sure Idumbankari would not stab him with it?

What else could he do? Could he jump down on him, howling like a ghost? Idumbankari might think he was the vedalam and faint with fear. Or he might run away — and then Thirumalai could escape...

As these thoughts passed through Thirumalai's mind, something happened that made it seem as though his trials would soon end. A man came along the Kudandhai road from the south-west. Thirumalai felt instinctively that he was the person Idumbankari was waiting for. It soon became evident that his instinct was not wrong. Idumbankari got up as soon as he saw the newcomer.

 The newcomer made the sign Idumbankari had made earlier: he spread his fingers, placed one palm on the back of the other hand and moved his thumbs in the matsya hastham.

Idumbankari showed the same mudra in answer. “What is your name?” asked the newcomer. “Idumbankari. And yours?”

“Soman Sambhavan.”

“You’re the person I’m expecting.” “I too have come looking for you.” “In which direction should we go?” “Westward.”

“Where?”

“To the pallipadai, the cenotaph of the enemy.” “Near Thirupurambayam.”

“Don’t talk so loudly! Someone may hear you.” Soman

Sambhavan looked around him.

“There’s no one here. I’ve already checked.” “Aren’t there any hiding places here?”

“No. None.”

“Let’s set off then. I don’t know the way, so go ahead. I’ll follow. From time to time stop to make sure I’m behind you.”

“It’s an uneven path. It goes through a jungle and is stony, thorny and rough. You’ll have to walk carefully.”

“All right. You lead. Even though it’s the forest we’re going through, if we catch sight of someone, we’ll have to hide.”

 “I understand.”

Idumbankari went westwards along the bank of the Kollidam. Soman Sambhavan followed at a distance. Azhwarkadiyan stayed on top of the tree until they disappeared from sight.

He had seen and heard everything.

“Aha! These are evil times! All kinds of unexpected events take place. By the grace of God, I’ve been given an opportunity to unveil a great mystery. Everything depends now on how capable I am. I found out only bits and pieces of the mystery at the Kadambur palace. I mustn't be caught out like that again. The pallipadai at Thirupurambayam – that must be the Ganga King Prithvipathi’s. But it’s a hundred years since it was built, it's in ruins. The jungle has overrun it completely. The village is some distance away. Why are they going there? If it’s a matter that concerns only these two, they don’t need to go so far. They could have had their discussion here. So it’s certain that they expect some other people. Why did one of them call Prithvipathi's pallipadai the enemy’s? Whose enemy is Prithvipathi? Aha! I think I guessed right. Let's make sure, anyway. They’re going along the Kollidam. Let me go along the banks of the Manni. The route is worse, but it doesn’t matter. Ups and downs, thorns and stones, why should they bother me? It’s the jungle that should be afraid of me.”

Grappling with these thoughts and muttering to himself, Thirumalai climbed down from the tree and walked a little way south till he reached the River Manni. Then he turned westward along the bank.

He walked through dense forests that no one usually ventured into and reached the temple at the Thirupurambayam cenotaph as the sun was setting.


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