_Governor_
Yes, you! He was so long content to be quietly burrowing away
underground like a worm. It’s you who taught him to spread the wings
of death. O fire of the gods, you’ll yet draw forth many more to
their fate.--Then at length will you and I come to our understanding,
and that won’t be long.
_Nandini_
So may it be. But tell me one thing before you go. Will you not let
Rañjan come and see me?
_Governor_
No, never.
_Nandini_
Never, you say! I defy you to do your worst. This very day I am sure,
absolutely sure, that he and I will meet!
[_Governor goes._
(_Knocking and tugging at the network_) Listen, listen, King! Where’s
your court of judgement? Open its door to me.
(_Kishôr comes in._)
Who is that? My boy, Kishôr! Do you know where Bishu is?
_Kishôr_
Yes, Nandini, be ready to see him. I don’t know how it was, the
Chief of the Guard took a fancy to my youthfulness and yielded to my
entreaties. He has consented to take him along by this path.
_Nandini_