Sunandi Monologue from The Immortal Lure

From The Immortal Lure by Cale Young Rice

female · defiant · 1:14 min

And you talk as flies talk! Who know not that the gods sow food or famine. [ Harshly. I tell you that great Indra of the skies Is wroth with us And will not send us rain, So wisest Brahmins vow-- Until this boy, This saintly one, is brought unto the Raja! Are we to die because not otherwise Than with alluring now we can appease them? [ (Leering again.) And why are women fair, my cunning Koil, But to tempt men then, when they seek to take us---- (Koil: Sunandi!) It is so, unwitted girl! Be silent then And do what I command. [ (Wheedling again.) But it will be sweet doing, beamy Koil, For the young saint Is fairer than the god-born, His body like warm gold and lotos-lithe-- Made for the wants that tremble in your heart. And when your eyes rest on him they will kindle Like passion-stars.

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