“What is the history of the royal clan you were born into? How many years has your clan ruled? Tell the truth,” asked the priest.

"Vanarkulatu Vallavarya ruled for three hundred years; During my father's time, we lost the kingdom to the Vaithumbarais,” said Vandiyathevan.

“Then you are not a suitable victim! Run!” said the priest.

Suddenly Kannaperumal appeared in Kalimata's place. At Kannan Sannidhi, two women with garlands in their hands sang Andal Pasuram and danced. When Vallavarayan was ecstatic to see this, he heard the song behind him, "Kandom, Kandom, Kandom, Kannukiniyana Kandom" and looked back. The singer is believed to be Alvarkadiyan. No! Alvarkadian's head sang! Only the head was placed on the altar!

Unable to bear seeing this scene, Vallavarayan turned back; He hit the pillar. The dream dissipated; Eyes opened. But he happened to see a scene that combined dream and consciousness.

Opposite to where he lay, a head was seen above the wall of the Kadampur mansion. That is the head of that Alwarkadian Nambi. This time it was definitely not a dream, not just an illusion. Because no matter how long I looked, the head was still there. It was easy to infer that it was not just a head but a body behind the head. Because Alwarkadian's hands were holding the edge of the wall. And he was carefully peering into the interior under the wall. What is he looking at so carefully there!… There must be some cunning trick in it. Alwarkadian could not have come there with good intentions. He has come to do evil with some evil intention. Isn't it his duty as Kandhamaran's life friend to prevent him from doing such evil deeds? Is he lying idly by without preventing the harm that may befall the homes of those who have given him a swan with love?

Vallavarayan jumped up. He took the sheathed knife from his side and inserted it into his waist. He walked towards the spot where Alwarkadian's head was found.

Wasn't Vallavarayan lying in a corner hall on the top floor of the mansion? When leaving there and walking towards the wall, one had to walk past, over and around the mandapa sikharas, platforms, vimana stupas and pillars that decorated the top floor. After walking like this for a short distance, suddenly hearing a voice coming from somewhere, Vallavarayan hesitated. Holding on to a pillar there, he peered into the corner of the pillar. Below, in a narrow courtyard surrounded by long walls on three sides, ten or twelve people were sitting. Long walls hid half the afternoon light. But a lamp burning in an iron lamp fixed on a wall gave some light.