The terrifying, frenzied laughter of Aditya Karikalan, echoing from the hall of the veena treasury, reached the ears of Vandiyathevan, who was hidden within. It sent a shiver down his spine. His inner sense foretold that some dreadful calamity was about to unfold. In that chamber, the shadowy form of Yama, the god of death, seemed to stand, rope of noose in hand, waiting with a grim smile for the right moment to cast it. But upon whom would he hurl it? Whose life was he about to claim? Was it Karikalan’s life? Or was it the life of Nandini Devi? Perhaps death was drawing near to both of them. Would brother slay sister, or would sister kill brother? Or would both destroy each other and perish together?

It was to prevent such a catastrophe that the Young Princess had hurriedly sent him here. He had done all he could. He had spoken to them both about the bond that existed between them. He had tried to soften their hearts. But would it bear fruit? Could the mad rage of Karikalan, or the delirium that possessed Nandini, be restrained from committing some cruel deed? Would his intervention at this moment bring about any good? Perhaps, if he were to sacrifice his own life between the two, their wrath might be appeased? Thoughts such as these churned the ocean of Vandiyathevan’s heart. Let me wait a little longer, he told himself, clenching his teeth so that his haste would not ruin everything.

After Karikalan’s wild laughter subsided, their conversation resumed.

“Sir! In all my life, I have never done anything to bring you happiness. At least at the moment of my death, I am glad to be the cause of your laughter and joy,” said Nandini.

“Yes, Nandini! Today is indeed a day of great happiness for me. All the suffering you have inflicted upon me for so many years is about to end today. When I set out from Kanchi this time, I steeled my heart in every way. I feared that, upon seeing you in person, my resolve might falter. But you yourself have placed the sword in my hand, leaving no room for hesitation!” Karikalan said, and laughed again.

“Prince! Today is an auspicious day for me as well. There will never be a sweeter death for me than to be slain by your hand. Once, I dreamed a cherished dream that you would one day place a garland of flowers around my neck. That dream could never come true. At least grant me the fortune of having your sword encircle my neck. My lord! The hour is upon us—why do you delay?” said Nandini.

“It has already been delayed for many years. What harm is there if it is delayed by a few more moments? Nandini! Look at me—look at me once, for the last time, and answer my question! With the hand that was meant to place a garland of flowers, why should I now place