Vasantaka now notices that the jasmine has been covered with countless buds, as if smiling disdainfully upon the queen's favourite _Madhavi_. He is surprised at the most marvellous power of the venerable Sri-Khanda-Dasa, a great sage come to court from _Sri-Parvata_, by whose simple will the strange event has happened. He thinks of going to the king to inform his Majesty when the king appears. He congratulates his Majesty, on his propitious fortune. The king observes, "Inconceivable is the virtue of drugs, and charms, and gems. Lead the way, and let these eyes this day obtain by the sight the fruit of their formation."
Vasantaka advances, stops to listen and turns back in alarm for he fancies a goblin in yonder _Bakula_ tree. The goblin turns out a starling. The courtier remarks, "she says, give the Brahman something to eat." The king observes, "something to eat is ever the burden of the glutton's song. Come, say truly, what does she utter. The friend listens and repeats, "Who is this you have delineated? Do not be offended without cause; I have given your _Kamadeva_ my _Rati_. Why should you be ashamed? Attachment to exalted worth becomes your native excellence. Take away these lotus leaves and fibres--it is in vain you strive to offer me relief. I have fixed my heart where I dare not raise my hopes;--I am overcome with shame and despair, and death is my only refuge." The king interprets thus:--"Oh, I suppose some female has been drawing her lover's portrait, and passing it off on her companion as the picture of the god of love: her friend has found her out; and ingeniously exposed her evasion, by delineating her in the character of _Kama-deva's_ bride. The lady that is pictured is very handsome. Some young female may be supposed to have spoken, indifferent to life, because uncertain of her affection being returned. The delicate maid entrusts her companion with the sorrows of her breast: the tattling parrot or imitative starling repeats her words, and they find an hospitable welcome in the ears of the fortunate. The companion, laughing loudly, observes, "You may as well drop these evasive interpretations; why not say at once, "the damsel doubts my returning her passion." Who but yourself could have been delineated as the god of the flowery bow?".