The moment the Tantrik heard such a prompt praise from Sushila's mouth, her anger subsided a little. Turning her face away, she said in a thoroughly grave voice, "Huh! All right, since you gave that clap in favor of my words—you have escaped from the clutches of my magical power by a very narrow margin for now, bapu! Your luck happens to be thoroughly good!"
The Tantrik now turned her crimson, angry face back toward Snigdha. Slapping her dirty hand violently upon the iron bars, she roared out in an extremely loud voice, saying, "Now I am coming to your words, re, you arrogant Princess Snigdha! How does such a massive audacity and dirty insolence take birth within your own mind—that you utter such ugly words from your impure mouth about taking my highly cherished, delicate husband, my golden husband, for your own, huh? Let alone the talk of you wanting him, re, wicked girl—how did you get the massive insolence to utter such dirty talk using his name with your impure tongue? Look here, so what if you have become the princess of Junagarh today, you just watch with your own eyes today, Snigdha, how I utterly ruin your fate of marrying Rupanjan with a single puff through my magic!"
Hearing such a scolding of absolute wrath from the Tantrik, Snigdha became even more blind with her own arrogance. Placing both her hands on her waist, she spoke right to the Tantrik's face in an extremely dirty and condescending manner, saying, "What did you say, tui? O you skirt-wearing, tattered party Tantrik! What harm will you cause me standing there by your own mouth, let me hear, re, huh? It is absolutely impossible for any massive work to be accomplished by you in this life, bapu! I know a tattered party Tantrik like you thoroughly well, re—your capability is nothing more than going around creating trouble in the corners of people's rooms and poking a dirty stick from behind into their conspiracies! You just go around poking sticks into people's affairs, your nature itself is so low and wretched! Sitting inside this jail, you can only tear up paper and rip out people's hair; you do not possess the capacity to do anything more than that in this life, re, Tantrik!"
The moment she heard such an extremely ugly, dirty, and low-class phrase toward the Tantrik—'poking a stick from behind'—from Snigdha's mouth, the old woman Sushila inside the iron cage became thoroughly frightened this time! She knew very well how terrifying a form the Tantrik could assume when enraged. Sushila, holding the bars of her cage and looking toward Snigdha, then screamed out in a very harsh voice, saying, "O you mad girl Snigdha! Shut that dirty mouth of yours a little now, re, child, remain absolutely quiet, tui! Has your head gone completely haywire in the heat of your anger this early morning, re, huh? Will your corrupted head only straighten out if it gets beaten with the royal shoes of Junagarh, let me hear? Standing before this miraculously empowered Tantrik, why are you continuously uttering such ugly and wretched words from your own mouth, re? Do you not know even in the slightest how much massive magical capability and miraculous energy is hidden inside this Tantrik? If she wants, she can turn you into ashes in a single minute! You will never be able to fathom in that tiny head of yours how great and how dangerous her power is! Why are you uttering such useless talk using her name from your own mouth, re, Snigdha?"