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picture	text gate guarded by two guards, stranger on horseback seeks entry	Stranger at the gates of Toshali, the capital of Kalinga guard 1: Halt! Who dares to seek entry at such late hour? guard 2: Take him to the commander stranger produced before commander	commander: Arya! Your are built like a Kshatriya, and your broad forehead and proud demeanor say that you are high born. Stranger says nothing

Stranger clenches his jaw and his fists curl in anger>	Commander: However, if you lie to me, or I find out you are from Magadha, I will personally feed you to the crocodiles of the river Prachi

Stranger: I am returning home after many years, but I have not forgotten the treachery of Magadha. They stole the Kalinga Jina. My blood burns at the memory of the massacre... Commander looks piercingly at the stranger	Commander: You dress like an outsider, but talk like us. Guard! Produce him in front of the chief in the morning. You, sir! Rest. Stranger deposits entry fee at a window manned by another guard. Guard shows him place to rest. it’s a large room, sparsely furnished. old man brings him food. sits down in front of stranger as he wolfs down food. Old man: So you are hungry! How longe have you been travelling? Stranger: Too long have I travelled without food, and this afternoon my fellow travellers did not wake me up and I fell asleep

old man: then it’s fortunate that wild animals haven’t eaten you. you seem to be carrying no arms...

The stranger smiles a knowing smile	(thought) You wily fox! I know you’re an old spy, employed to check out strangers... Says: Wild animals! Then I am indeed fortunate to have reached the city gates without seeing one.

The old man smiles back. Takes empty food plate.

Now you are safe. The great and good King Kharavela of Mahameghavahana rules here.

The old man lying down next to stranger mumbling... The King Kharavela is just and wise...

The King has the power of ten men...

The people love the King... Stranger sees old man asleep, smiles, and

closes his eyes.

The city wakes up. gates open, travellers queuing to enter the city. we see tradesmen, ox carts emptying weary travellers 	The captial city offered travellers answers to their prayers, the dreamers their dreams... Artists, poets, tradesmen, carpenters, hunters, horsemen and even those who wanted to be soldiers, they all lined up to serve the good king. The city was generous... Stranger bathes at the well with others. The old man watches him	Old man: You wear the pavita with three knots! You are a Kshatriya, Arya!

Stranger: Three knots, three debts *

Old man beckons him	Old man: Collect your belongings and come with me, you have an appointment with the Nagaraka
 * Debts of the father, Of the guru, and of the saints