Note 1 — Chapter LXXVIII · (Vetála 4.)

Then in course of time, after Víravara had easily tided through the hot weather, when the rays of the sun were exceedingly powerful, the monsoon came roaring, bearing a brandished sword of lightning, as if out of envy against Víravara, and smiting1 with rain-drops. And though at that time a terrible bank of clouds poured down rain day and night, Víravara remained motionless, as before, at the gate of the palace. And king Śúdraka, having beheld him in the day from the top of his palace, again went up to it at night, to find out whether he was there or not; and he cried out from it,—“Who waits there at the palace-gate?” When Víravara heard that, he answered, “I am here, your Majesty.” Then king Śúdraka thought to himself, “Ah! Víravara is a man of intrepid courage and devotedly attached to me. So I must certainly promote him to an important post.” After the king had said this to himself, he came down from the roof of his palace, and entering his private apartments, went to bed.