Rama watched Srinivas pace back and forth all night.
“Srinivas, you should sleep.”
“What? No. Don’t interrupt me. I’m thinking.”
“Huh. About what?”
“The Seven Sages. Crocodiles. Get up. We’ll go now.”
“It’s still night.”
“Even so.”
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