For a while, those gathered there were engaged in heated discussion, voices rising and falling as they debated amongst themselves. So many voices mingled together that Vandiyathevan could not make out a single word clearly.

In a loud voice, Sambuvaraiyar said, “Should we not give a reply to what the Lord of Pazhuvur has asked? What is the use of talking in circles? The third watch of the night has already begun. Look, the moon has risen as well.”

“I have a doubt. Perhaps some others here share the same doubt as I do. If the Lord of Pazhuvur will not take offense, I wish to ask about it!” said the deep, gruff voice that had spoken earlier.

“It is Vanangamudiyar speaking now, isn’t it? Let him come forward into the light!” said Pazhuvetaraiyar.

“Yes, it is I. Here, I have stepped into the light.

“It is my custom to show all my anger only on the battlefield, and only to my enemies; never to my friends. So you may ask me anything you wish, without hesitation.”

“In that case, I will ask. The accusation that Pazhuvetaraiyar levels against Sundara Chola Maharaja—some people are now leveling that same accusation against Pazhuvetaraiyar himself! I do not believe it myself, but at a time like this, I wish to ask and clarify!” said Vanangamudiyar.

“What is it? How so? You must explain in detail.”

“It is known to all of us that two years ago, the Lord of Pazhuvur married a young woman…”

At this point, Sambuvaraiyar’s voice rang out, tinged with anger, “We object to Vanangamudiyar speaking about this matter. To question our great leader, our chief guest, in this untimely manner is most improper…”

“I must earnestly request Sambuvaraiyar to be patient. Let Vanangamudiyar ask whatever he wishes, freely. It is better to clear up what is in one’s mind than to let it fester. At the age of fifty-five—” It is true that I married a woman. I admit that freely. But I have never gone around proclaiming myself as the incarnation of Rama in this Kali Yuga. I have never claimed to be a man devoted to a single wife. I loved that woman; she loved me in return. According to the ancient customs of Tamil Nadu, we married for love. What fault is there in that?”

“There is no fault at all!” several voices rang out.

“I did not say that marrying was a mistake either. Who among us here is truly devoted to only one wife? But… but…”

“But what! Speak your mind without hesitation!”

“Some say that the young queen whom you married now has a say in all your affairs, that even in matters of state you seek her counsel. They say you take her with you wherever you go.”

At this, a ripple of laughter spread through the gathering.

Sambuvaraiyar sprang up and shouted, “Who laughed? Step forward at once and explain the reason for your laughter!” As he roared, he drew his