Vishwamitra chose to stay ensconced in his cabin for most of the trip. Arishtanemi made the most of this opportunity; the Ayodhya princes aroused inordinate interest in this Malayaputra. ‘How are the princes doing today?’ asked Arishtanemi, as he approached them. Ram had washed his long hair and left it loose, struggling to dry it in the sultry air. ‘Suffering in this oppressive heat,’ said Lakshman. Arishtanemi smiled. ‘It has only just begun. The rains are months away. It’ll get worse before it gets better.’ ‘Which is why we are on the open deck; any draught is a gift from the Gods!’ said Lakshman, as he dramatically fanned his face with his hands. Many had gathered on the deck, seeking a brief, post-lunch break before descending to the lower deck and on to their assigned tasks. Arishtanemi stepped closer to Ram. ‘I was surprised by what you said about our ancestors.
