Stepping into the throng, she stretched her neck and peeped about.

What were her feelings on beholding Surja Mukhi seated on the floor, a loving smile upon her lips; submitting to be decked with all her ornaments, so long laid aside, speaking kindly to all, a little shamefaced.
Hira could not all at once believe that Surja Mukhi who had died was now amongst them smiling so pleasantly.

Stammeringly she asked one of the throng of women, "Who is that ?" Kousalya heard the question, and answered, "Don't you know?
The goddess of our house, and your executioner." Kousalya had lived all this time in fear of Hira.

Now in her day of triumph she vented her spleen.
The dressing being completed and all kindly greetings exchanged, Surja Mukhi said in a low voice to Kamal Mani, "Let us go and see Kunda.

She is not guilty of any fault towards me.