Sushena came and bowed his head before Rama’s lotus feet, and mentioning a certain mountain and a herb thereon, he bade the Son of the Wind go and bring it.

With Rama’s lotus feet enshrined in his heart and assuring the Lord of his own might, the Son of the Wind set out. On the other side, a spy reported the matter to Ravana, who called at the house of Kalanemi.

The Ten-headed told him all that he had to say, hearing which Kalanemi beat his head again and again, crying, ‘Who can stay him on his way who burnt your city before your very eyes?

Serve your own interests by worshipping Raghunatha and desist, lord, from all vain prattle. Lay upon your heart that lovely form, dark as the dark-blue lotus, the delight of all eyes.

Have done with the folly of “I” and “You” and “Mine” and rouse yourself from slumber in the night of gross infatuation. Can anyone even dream of vanquishing him in battle who devours the serpent of death?’

Ravana flew into a burning rage when he heard this. Thereupon Kalanemi reasoned to himself: ‘Better were it to perish at the hands of Rama’s messenger, for this wretch revels in his load of sins!’

These words uttered to himself, he departed and wrought an illusion on the wayside, fashioning a lake and a temple and a fine garden. Hanuman, the Son of the Wind, saw this pleasant hermitage and thought to himself: ‘Let me ask the holy man’s leave and drink some water, so that I may free myself from all weariness.’