flourish the standard of victory. Many go fishing for love of the art; they don't eat the fish, but give them away. Many shoot birds for the sake of the sport and throw them away. The hunter hunts for sport, not to eat. I know not what fun there is in that. Rohini continued thinking, "Since this large-eyed deer has strayed into this Prasâdpur forest, why should I not pierce him with an arrow and let him depart?"
I know not what else arose in this wicked woman's heart, but Rohini agreed that in the evening, when she could make an opportunity, she would go alone to the ghât on the river Chitrâ and hear news of her uncle from Nishâkar.
Rupo brought this message to Nishâkar, who received it with much contentment of mind, rising slowly from his seat.
