So saying to himself he departed and resorted to his black art; he produced by the path a lake, a temple and a lovely garden. The son of the wind-god saw the good hermitage and thought to himself : “Let me ask leave of the hermit over there and drink some water, so that I may be relieved of my fatigue.” The demon (KŒlanemi) had ensconced himself there in the deceitful garb of a hermit and sought to delude the messenger even of the Lord of MŒyŒ. The son of the wind-god went and bowed his head before him; and the demon in his turn began to recite Ýr¶ RŒma’s praises. “A fierce war is raging between Ýr¶ RŒma and RŒva˜a, of which RŒma will undoubtedly emerge victorious. I behold everything, my brother, even from here; for my great strength lies in my intuition.” On his asking for water, the demon gave HanumŒn his own waterpot; but the monkey chief said, “My thirst will not be quenched by a small quantity of water.” “Then take a plunge in the lake and speedily come back. After that I will initiate you and you will have spiritual insight.” (1—4)