THE DARK CHAMBER
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My mind whispered, "Let that garland be on you in your death." . . . What fire is this, O King, into which I, who had come out to see you, leaped like a moth that cannot resist the flame? What a pain is this, oh, what agony! The fire keeps burning as fiercely as ever, but I go on living within its flames!
King
But you have seen me at last—your desire has been fulfilled.
Sudarshana
But did I seek to see you in the midst of this fearful doom? I know not what I saw, but my heart is still beating fast with fear.
King
What did you see?
