Note 2 — Chapter LXXVIII · (Vetála 4.)

And the next evening, when a cloud was violently raining with a heavy downfall, and black darkness was spread abroad, obscuring the heaven,2 the king once more ascended the roof of the palace to satisfy his curiosity, and being alone, he cried out in a clear voice, “Who waits there at the palace-gate?” Again Víravara said, “I am here.” And while the king was lost in admiration at seeing his courage, he suddenly heard a woman weeping in the distance, distracted with despair, uttering only the piteous sound of wailing. When the king heard that, pity arose in his mind, and he said to himself, “There is no oppressed person in my kingdom, no poor or afflicted person; so who is this woman, that is thus weeping alone at night?” Then he gave this order to Víravara, who was alone below, “Listen, Víravara; there is some woman weeping in the distance; go and find out who she is and why she is weeping.”