of ascetics, a lake, a river, or a tank, threw down an ornament of hers.  And beholding on the top of a mountain five foremost of monkeys, that intelligent lady threw down amongst them a broad piece of her costly attire.  And that beautiful and yellow piece of cloth fell, fluttering through the air, amongst those five foremost of monkeys like lightning from the clouds.  And that Rakshasa soon passed a great way through the firmament like a bird through the air.  And soon the Rakshasa beheld his delightful and charming city of many gates, surrounded on all sides by high walls and built by Viswakrit himself.  And the king of the Rakshasa then entered his own city known by the name of Lanka, accompanied by Sita.

“’And while Sita was being carried away, the intelligent Rama, having slain the great deer, retraced his steps and saw his brother Lakshmana (on the way).  And beholding his brother, Rama reproved him, saying, “How couldst thou come hither, leaving the princess of Videha in a forest that is haunted by the Rakshasa?” And reflecting on his own enticement to a great distance by that Rakshasa in the guise of a deer and on the arrival of his brother (leaving Sita alone in the asylum), Rama was filled with agony.  And quickly advancing towards Lakshmana while reproving him still, Rama asked him, “O Lakshmana, is the princess of Videha still alive?  I fear she is no more!” Then Lakshmana told him everything about what Sita had said, especially that unbecoming language of hers subsequently.  With a burning heart Rama then ran towards the asylum.  And on the way he beheld a vulture huge as a mountain, lying in agonies of death.  And suspecting him to be a Rakshasa, the descendant of the Kakutstha race, along with Lakshmana rushed towards him, drawing with great force his bow to a circle.  The mighty vulture, however, addressing them both, said, “Blessed be ye, I am the king of the vultures, and friend of Dasaratha!” Hearing these words of his, both Rama and his brother put aside their excellent bow and said, “Who is this one that speaketh the name of our father in these woods?” And then they saw that creature to be a bird destitute of two wings, and that bird then told them of his own overthrow at the hands of Ravana for the sake of Sita.  Then Rama enquired of the vulture as to the way Ravana had taken.  The vulture answered him by a nod of his head and then breathed his last.  And having understood from the sign the vulture had made that Ravana had gone towards the south, Rama reverencing his father’s friend, caused his funeral obsequies to be duly performed.  Then those chastisers of foes, Rama and Lakshmana, filled with grief at the abduction of the princess of Videha, took a southern path through the Dandaka woods beholding along their way many uninhabited asylums of ascetics, scattered over with seats of Kusa grass and umbrellas of leaves and broken water-pots, and abounding with hundreds of jackals.  And in that great forest, Rama along