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Leaving all these great events to be narrated in detail by the Vaishnava guru lineage, let us again look at Vandiyadeva.

When he came out of the temple after serving Perumal, Vandiyathevan looked at Alwarkadian and said, “Believers! I did not know that you are such a great devotee and Pandita Chikamani. I apologize if I have spoken inappropriately,” he said.

“Forgive me; Brother! But do me a favor now, tell me!”

“Did I just say that I can't help you ask? Do you also agree?”

“It's a different matter; I will give you a small ticket. If you stay in the Kadampur palace, you should give it to someone at the right time.”

"To whom?"

"Go to the lady in a closed palanquin behind the elephant of the Paruvetaraiyar!"

“Believe! Who did you think I was? Am I the only one caught up in this type of work? If anyone but themselves had said such a word to me…”

“Brother! Don't panic! If you can't, go as a Maharaja! But if you had done this favor only to me, it would not be a disadvantage if you too would have benefited from my help at some point; Come on!”

Vandiyadeva then did not stay there even for a moment. Jumping on his horse, he quickly left and headed towards Kadapur.

Vallavariya's horse, which had rested so long, was now in good vigour; Within a moment, Kadamburch had reached the door of Sambuvariyar's mansion. Senkannar Sambuvariyar was one of the chieftains of the Chola clan of that time. The gate of his palace was like the gate of a great city. The long walls on either side of the door curved like castle walls.

At the gate of the fort there were elephants, horses, bulls, those who would catch and tie all those animals, those who would feed them, those who would show them water, those who would hold torches here and there and light them, and those who would give oil to the torches, were all in one place. Seeing all this, Vallavarayan felt some hesitation and confusion in his heart. "Something very special is happening here. He thought that we have come together at this time. On the one hand, there was a burning desire to see what was happening. The gates of the fort were open. But at the open door were standing some of the soldiers who had caught fire. They looked like Yamakingars.

to be continue…………………………………………………………………………………