Year after year,.However, when the elder Saint Bothithit Halma-Mahanayagai-Tello put the crown on the head of Prince Karidasa against his will during the coronation ceremony, Karidasa felt that it was too light surprisingly.However, that was twenty years ago.Now, if courtesy would allow him-Karidasa to forego his golden headband studded with diamonds, he would be delighted. In fact, envoys from foreign countries seldom ask him to grant an audience on the steep peak of Yakkajala Mountain.Most of these envoys, when they still traveled a long distance to come here, often stopped before the last part of the journey and turned back.It's a daunting stretch of road, almost like the mouth of a prostrate lion that's about to jump off a hillside.Someday he, Karidasha himself, would be too weak to walk to his palace on his own.However, the many enemies gathered around may not necessarily allow him to live to such an advanced age that is detrimental to dignity!

These enemies are already waiting.Gazing to the north, Karidasa seemed to be able to see the army assembled by his returned half-brother Marbianla there, preparing to seize the blood-stained throne of Taborobani.For the time being, however, the threat lies overseas.A calmer and far more cunning enemy lurks in the southern adjacency.Since ancient times, whenever people still look at the immaculate conical peaks of the holy mountain Sri Kangda towering over the central basin, they will feel reverent awe from the bottom of their hearts.Karidasa has never forgotten the silent presence of the holy mountain and the great power it symbolizes.

In fact, Mahanayagai-Tello, the religious leader who lived on the holy mountain, had neither an army nor a war elephant.The elder was nothing more than an old man in orange...but he could somehow influence the fate of kings. Through the clear morning sky, Karidasa clearly saw the temple on the summit of Sri Konda, which looked as small as a white arrowhead.It takes a total of three days to travel from here to the temple: the first day - through the forest and rice fields along the trail dedicated to the Wang family, and the other two days are climbing along the stone steps.However, Karidasa has never climbed that mountain, because there is his only invincible enemy.Sometimes, when the king saw the torch like a thin chain moving up the hillside, he could not help but envy the pilgrims from the bottom of his heart.The humblest beggar can meet the dawn on the holy mountain, but he, as the ruler of Taborobani, cannot.

However, Karidasha also has his own comfort and sustenance.He spent a lot of wealth in the kingdom, and under the barrier of deep ditches and high fortifications, he built a paradise full of pavilions, pools and fountains.When he was tired of these, the girls who lived on the high mountains came to serve him-there were two hundred of them, and they were all fairies who lived forever.Khalidasa often confides in them because he has no one else to trust. From the west came the rumble of thunder.This year, the spring monsoon came late; here and there the artificial lakes that feed the island's irrigation system have all but dried up.Among these artificial lakes, the biggest one is the "Barawana Sea" that Karidasha's subjects still call by their original name despite the suspicion of "offending", an artificial lake named after Karidasha's father.It was completed thirty years ago.Prince Karidasa stood proudly shoulder to shoulder with his father when the giant floodgates were first opened and the rushing water poured over the parched fields.In all the kingdom there is no more magnificent sight than the mirrored waters of this great man-made lake; so charming is the reflection of the strangely varied cupolas and pinnacles of the old capital, Rana Pura!Today, the old city is abandoned as Karidasha realizes his vision of a "paradise on earth" on the hill of Jacques Kabeira.

The white walls of the temple set off the orange-yellow clothes of Mahanayagai-Tello, the eighty-five-year-old elder who is walking slowly towards the parapet.In the distance under the mountain peak, there are endless checkerboard rice fields, dark thin lines of irrigation canals, the looming blue "Balawana Sea", and phantom-like bubbles floating in the air in the same direction The mysterious cupolas of the city of Ranapura.This delightful image not only changes color and outline with the seasons, but also competes with each cloud. Only the gray boulders on Devil's Bluff seem out of harmony with the elegant landscape.Cliff is a lot like a usurped king encroaching on someone else's territory.Indeed, according to myths and legends, Yak Kajala is a broken rock on the lost Himalayas of Hanuman the monkey king...

Naturally, the buildings of the palace could not be seen clearly from such a long distance, and all that could be vaguely seen were the lines of the fortress walls surrounding Elysium.But the elder's imagination clearly outlined for him the huge lion's claw jutting from the granite hillside, and the saw-toothed fence above the lion's claw.It seems that the king is still wandering there looking at the holy mountain designated as a "forbidden place"! There was a rumbling thunder from the sky, and its sound became more and more deafening, and finally reached the momentum of shaking mountains and earth.The sound of thunder shook the sky continuously and for a long time, and it rolled towards the east at a rapid speed, disappearing into the endless distance.It's not a harbinger of the monsoon: it's still three weeks away.Monsoon forecast stations are infallible.It's something else.As usual, it was time to protest to Kenny Corner or the Russians.And as usual, such protests will have no results.If Karidasha could bring under his rule those space line dispatchers who only cared about the cost per weight of sending them into orbit... maybe he would have ordered him to be stuck on a wooden stick and thrown into the At the foot of a shoed elephant, or into a boiling pan of oil...

Of course, life was much simpler two thousand years ago.

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